Personal Essay : Why You Study Ends With Gying?

“What do we do now?” asked Bailey. Emme inspected the room. The room was small with pipes running all over the walls. There was a bow that the pipes were running through. There was a large key on the wall that was attached to the pipes.

“Uhm guys what's that?” Sarah questions as she's shaking of nervousness. As I turn my head to look at what they were talking about I see a very old, rusty, scary looking house.

“How ya doin’?” Topanga asked as she peeked into her daughter’s bedroom. A frown entered her face when she realized Riley had barely packed. “Sweetie, we are leaving tonight. The truck has to be loaded.” Topanga reminded as she grabbed the empty suitcase off the floor and started packing the clothes in Riley’s closet. “I’m not going, Mom.” Riley protested from her bed. “You are going Riley. Moving is apart of showing you the world. Now why don’t you help me pack your room?” Topanga answered. Riley sighed as she removed herself from her bed and started towards her desk. Slowly, she loaded the items from her desk into the box. “Fine, I’ll go, but I am not going to like it.” the usual cheerful Riley huffed.

Inside the small house it was pitch black and completely silent. So dark, in fact, that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. The deeper into the house, the darker it became. Now into the family room and up the stairs.A distinct sound of scratching emanated from the door at the end of the hall. Inside, the room seemed to belong to a young girl, but only because the little girl nestled in bed deemed it so.

Melinda has no friends. Everyone hates her. And school starts tomorrow. But she once had friends and was very popular. But all of that has changed. Melinda’s life is about to get hard and this is when two things really help shape melinda’s identity

“Hannah? Hannah! You have a new package in the mail!” Makenzie runs into my house, as she stumbles over my dogs, who are barking at her. “What do you mean my mail? And why were you looking in my mailbox,” I say humorously. Makenzie jumps over the couch, kicking my phone out of my hand, “We are going to Los Angeles!” A few weeks before, Makenzie and I entered a contest to win a free trip to a Justin Bieber concert, in Los Angeles. I open the package, and the first word I read was ‘Congratulations!’ I screamed as I ran to my closet to get my suitcase. Makenzie started to throw random clothes in my bag, and I quickly stopped her. “Why are you taking all the clothes out,” Makenzie said confused. “Don’t you remember who filled out the information with us?” Makenzie’s face dropped as she answered my question. “I told you not to bring Agustin and Jacob to the mall with us, now we have to spend hours on a plane with them, hearing them talk non-stop,” Makenzie confirmed. “I’m sorry, Makenzie, but they are our friends,” I say supportively. I go to call my other friends, telling them the outstanding news.

I took a deep breath as I walked through the doorway. The door was stuck open, hanging on just one of its hinges. It was clear that no one had been near this place in a long time. As I entered, a stench hit me. It smelt sickly sweet, almost like rotten fairy floss. I looked around the room at the faded and ripped wallpaper, and the broken furniture. The air was so thick with dust it was almost impossible to breathe, and everything was thickly covered with dust. The little light there was came from the cracks in the yellowed blinds.

Finally spotting the room, she swiped the card and entered, wondering if she was there first, or if he had left already. She was really nervous, a feeling she wasn't that used to experiencing, and that she absolutely hated. She was taking the pitifully low class interior decoration when she felt something cold against her head - it had to be a gun - and someone pushing her in.

As the days go by, Rita couldn’t stop thinking about the trip. She was stressing about if she was going to get pick, and if she does, who will she pick to go with her?! She was a wreck all morning. Later her boyfriend, Bret Surge, came up to her locker before 6th hour. Hey sweetie, have you decide who you’re going to pick yet?” Bret said. “No, I just need more time to think about it’’ said Rita. “Alright,I hope it’s me, but I’ll see you later bye!” Bret said as he looks into her 3 round eyes and kisses her on her tail. Rita smiled and watch him walk to class.When the minute rock bang on the speakers, she ran to her 6th hour, food discovery.

As the door swung open, a musty odor greeted her. She fumbled to find the light switch. Standing in the doorway, she waited a few moments while her eyes adjusted to the darkness before moving into the center of the room.

"What's the point of having a sleepover if you're just gonna do what you can do by yourself?"

The last door opened up into a massive chamber. It was made of wood, with huge columns supporting the roof and a deep green carpet with gold embroidery along the edges covering the floor. Dozens of candles flickered in the shadows behind the columns and a massive screen partitioned off the far side of the room.

“Me either,” Britta agreed. She glanced around. “Wait! We have an option. Follow me.” Wheeling their horses around, they rode back a short distance, before veering off into a narrow street fronted by several boarded up store fronts. In front of one, bearing an extremely weathered signboard, she yanked the reins and dismounted. Vig joined her. She tried the front door, but it was locked. Slipping around the side, she tried another door, but it too was inaccessible. “We need to get inside.”

The door was old but solid and the key worked in the lock. It rattled as it opened. Anna looked around inside the shed it was old, dark and dusty. A big, bound chest was leaning against one

Growing up, I hated school. The sinking feeling I got hearing people talk about academics was distressing. Every time I heard the words “mathematics” or “language arts” used in speech I would cringe reminding myself of what I struggle with. Looking back at this struggle, I realize that it helped define the essential components of my personality. Without this hardship, I would not have the resiliency, enthusiasm, or diligence that I have today to face my educational and real - life endeavors.