Aba, I've known you since the first grade, when you crushed that spider (thanks man, I couldn't stand all those squeals) and from then on I’ve been so thankful. You've made me and so many other people so happy, but this isn't about other people so im just gonna focus on you and me. So this is probably going to be long if you know anything about me you know I write a lot. So let's go back to the very beginning. In the first grade I had no friends and I was lonely and I flat out knew that I would end up despising Payton, and you hated her too. When that spider appears and she started squealing I wanted to put duct-tape across her face and smack her eyebrows clean off. So when you stepped on that spider I instantly had hope of finding a friend.
It wasn’t like any other swim practice, no, not like any other I’d ever gone to. No one usually moved to Minot, North Dakota that was also in swimming, so when Emily Pitcher and her family moved to town and came to practice, it was quite a shock for everyone on the team. She moved from Colorado and she had 2 younger brothers and a younger sister as well. They seemed nice enough but there was something about Emily, who was my age, which seemed a bit off.
During the week on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays I volunteer at pine meadow elementary. I get to spend some of my time with kindergarteners that range from an age 5-6. I leave Sartell high school at 10:05 ish by walking and get to pine meadow elementary around 10:25 the time I begin. When I walk in the front doors I go straight to the office and sign in on the sheet and on my time card while grabbing a number card to clip to my clothing. Right before I begin to walk to my designated classroom, I blow my nose and sanitize my hands just to be safe. It only takes about five minutes to walk from the main office to my classroom. I go straight to the locker Mrs. Drais gave me with a special magnet on it that says volunteer; I open it up and put my
Painted Girl put her bags down on the counter, tired from a long day at work. Tizio was great. He’d taken her to his uncles place and they’d spent a wonderful day ordering things from his antique store. She looked around the kitchen. Chinese takeout littered the countertop but no one had cleaned up. She picked up a note.
was lucky enough to have a childhood that was fairly even-keeled – I celebrated almost as much as I grieved, and laughed as much as I cried. Even though I entered into the adult world with a balanced upbringing, I still couldn’t help but to feel that I did not develop a voice properly due to one significant event.
I cannot believe it took one person to destroy me, one person to discard all of my trust for anyone. One person to make me forget who my real friends were. One person to banish me to the deepest parts of my mind. One person to make me think that I’m not worthy of anything. One person to be so ignorant as to make me think it was all my fault. That one person, under that pretty little face is called Ashley Melgar. From here on out we’ll call her “Little A.” Little A was a curious tale of my not so great past. Boyfriend and all, I still continued to fall for her lies and manipulation. My mind was clouded and there was no way to clear my vision. In my head she was a damaged soul with a fucked up boyfriend; in reality she was a fucked up soul with
I know that Alysson and I have been friends for a very long time now, but last week we had gotten into a fight about how someone at the table had taken her spot. During Choir she told me that she felt like I was replacing her, which started the entire argument. I told her that I wasn't replacing her, and I couldn't make the other person move just because she wanted to sit there. She ended up sitting on the floor for a few days until the principal told her to go find a seat to sit in. They got into a small argument, and I tried to convince her to stop arguing with the principal. After our magor fight she had tried to start two more arguments on monday. One during breakfast, and another one during choir. I told her that she could be mad all
Last year in 6th grade, I met a girl named Ayanna. When I first met her, she was really quiet, but then quickly became outspoken.
The lights were low, and the music was high. We were all dancing. Suddenly my boyfriend James yells my name, “Ariana” in a panic. My other friends were also running around frantically. Everything was in slow motion as I see people dressed in all white rampaging the crowd. Then, it all goes black.
to me this describes a young woman, full of energy and foolishness, non conforming to her environment and appearing rebellious at best. Much of this reminds me of my life as a young woman full of dreams and hope, not worried about consequences. And not quite a woman yet.
I met Ariana in the parking lot of the downtown movie theater like planned. And automatically I regretted not staying home.
I tiptoed down the rest of the stairs dodging huge holes in the wood. Before stepping out the door I called “Going to walk Hailey to school.” I paused for a minute waiting for a response from Marissa who was frantically looking through the kitchen drawers for something. She looked up for a second and without saying anything resumed her search more desperate now for whatever she was searching for. She says she is worried for me, and that I would have to accept that Hailey was gone as she she had. I try telling her nothing happened to Hailey. She just doesn’t get it. I hold the door open for Hailey and then shut it convulsing the walls.
Amy, for as long as she could remember, always loved going to bookstores. Looking at all those shelves full of books she had yet to read and experience the stories written within, gave her sense of calm and excitement she could not achieve any other way. When she was reading, she felt as if she was being taken into another world, another universe, where she could be herself without the dreading fear of society judging her every move. She felt happy. Happy and not alone. But she knew that feeling would not last. It never did.
I knew something was wrong with that black haired kid. She never spoke and it was like I was the only one who noticed her. I told myself, no matter if my life depended on it, to never look her in the eye.
When 7th grade rolled around I got a crush on you again,but again I was still to scared to tell you. Then I met Jesika, she changed my life forever. I still love her to this day. Well again I moved on. Sadly I didn't know you had feelings for me. After me and Jesika broke up I was pretty sad,but I was kinda happy in a weird way. Not
Sarah-Alice then smiled as she said," I am good with that Sam." She then smiled as she then held his hand as she said, "But remember this is your vacation too so if there is anything you always wanted to do just tell me and we can do it. Alright?" She then got to the room as they unpacked only to then put all the food in the fridge and the pantry as she then went to get changed into her beach outfit looking like a real live Disney princess Sam was looking at known as Ariel. She then waited for Sam in the living room so he could get changed and have fun on the beach together. She smiled as she hoped maybe just maybe she can make him happy by giving him the trip he always wanted since he was a kid when it comes to the beach.