When my mother asked me to read a book a few months ago, I was hesitant to agree. A stressful school year was approaching, and seeing my friends on a Saturday night seemed much more appealing. When I was younger, curling up with a good book was a typical pastime. Then came high school, and reading was replaced with countless hours of studying, cheer practice, and trying to figure out when I could catch up on some much needed rest.
When we went to see him in the hospital it was like my whole world changed. He was small and cute, he had a little nose and little hands and he flipped my whole life upside down. His name is Jake, he is 12 and I distinctly remember meeting him and thinking he was going to steal all of my attention from my mom. He is my little brother, my little bear and as he grew up he grew to be this funny, short, video game loving dork, but he changed everything. He changed how I acted and just by his presence and him always wanting to be like me, he makes me want to be a good role model and a better person. I love him more than he will ever know, but as with any siblings, they can drive you crazy. He wants to always be with me and he knows exactly
Now that Kate was on the outskirts of the airport hanger and away from the strange glowing force field, still visible in the distance. The situation felt surreal, and Kate wondered if this was just a dream. Presently, she was cognizant that there was something foreign in the brisk early morning air, glittering like snow, feeling like sand as the tiny flecks dusted her skin. The bulldog nudging and licking Kate's hand forced reality back. In her peripheral, Kate observed Mr.Jacks emerge from the nearby hedgerow." I was so hopeful that my message would be discovered by someone." Kate cried out.
It was a sunny and hot day outside and we were getting ready to go out for recess. I was sitting at my desk waiting for my teacher to tell us to line up. As she told us it was time we all ran to be first in line for going outside. When we got outside I wanted to play football and so did a few other kids. We had 7 people and we needed one more person to make it fair. There was only one other kid that could play and his name was Jack. Jack was a new kid who didn’t really have friends and wasn’t very coordinated, so when we asked him, he was hesitant on his answer but said yes. We had to teach him a bit about how to play, but he new some of it. Jack was on my team and the other team kicked off first. When we tried to return it, Jack just stood
It was late one day in June, and the sky was as blue and clear as sparkling wine. I sat back in my hammock reading the book Unbroken enjoying myself, and my uncle came up and asked me if I wanted to play poker with him, 5$ buy in. I jumped at the idea finished my page and went inside the house. Poker is a pretty big thing in my family and I’ve grown up playing and my uncle was one of the best, so spending time with him playing poker is always one of my favorite things to do. We proceed to set up the table, “Texas Holdem“ he says, Jacks to open”. Nothing weird, so we get the game going and the pots getting pretty big when all of the sudden he drops his cards. I stare the cards dead in the eye and see that i'm going to surpass him! He looks
I enjoy writing and editing, and I like The Wake’s unblinking eye. In all seriousness though, writing is a passion of mine, and there’s nothing more satisfying than making the writing as clean as possible. It is for these basic but essential reasons that I am applying for the Managing Editor and Copy Editor positions.
Out of all the seasons Fall has always been my favorite. I love the way the morning light hits the dew covered leaves, the crisp cool air that greets my face when i step outside, i love having to put on a jacket before going anywhere, and the smell of the pies on thanksgiving morning. The best part is Thanksgiving and that just happens to be today, but for some reason I just couldn’t get rid of the dark pit in my stomach that told me something bad was about to happen.
It was the last day until I was on break for two weeks. I woke up feeling excited as I ever was in my whole life. I was going to see my family in Mexico and I was going to stay there for the whole two weeks! I was a short seven year old that was this was going to be his first time ever leaving the country, in fact it was my first time that I was going to take a step out the state of Georgia.
“This is it,” I said to myself as I was heading to the last jump. Slam! In a split second I found myself flying through the air and landing face first into the hard baked sand. My body ached as I lay there motionless for a few seconds to catch my breath. Sweat dripped down my neck as I dusted off my sand-coated body. I found myself limping back to the front of the arena where my horse had bolted, and ran off to. People were rushing out into the arena to assist me, and asked if I’m okay, but I just nodded my head and kept going. Everything was such a blur, what had happened to cause me to lose control so fast?
Once upon a time, there lived a mysterious 17-year-old boy named Jacob at the end of the street. I had passed his house once or twice. His windows were covered with antique stained glass. I would observe him through the windows as I would saunter by but there would never be a change in what I would see.Whenever I would walk past his house we would catch each other looking and he would have the same tough resting face each and every time. He was one of those handsome and charming boys, as though it seems like his wrongdoings had bungled him, making him segregated from his family. This resulted in Jacob being disowned by his family as to why he lived alone at a young age. Jacob was not bothered by this so he continued with the lifestyle of his
Hi, i'm Jack Freitas. Sadly, my Grandma fell about three months ago and broke her hip when walking down the hall at night. After she was brought home from the Eskaton, I started to help her get chores down that couldn’t be with her condition. After about a month of recovery she is back up and going. She needed help with many things around the house that needed to be done, for example, wash the dishes, vacuum, and sweep. I also helped plant new flowers in her garden, which was something that she was very happy about, which made me feel good. One day we went to the Howe Ave. school and donated books for their library. My Grandma felt relieved to have someone to help make sure things get done. This also gave us time to spend together, which
One foot, two foot, three. I was loosing my stamina and interest for hiking as I neared the top of Peak Six Breckenridge. I had to get there soon or I knew I’d miss my run. When I finally reached the top a collapsed on my side and took my skis off my back. With the click of my bindings I slipped and skated my way across the ridge to the drop-in. It was my final run for my national placing.
It is astonishing how instantly I was conditioned to fear the sound of two seemingly harmless knocks on the front door. Thud. Thud. My pencil drops to the floor along with my train of thought. Thud. Thud. I peer through the windowpane while my parents whisper nervously. Thud. Thud. Is it the landlord? Why now? Thud. Thud. Why is the sheriff here? Why are they doing this to us? Thud. Thud. Is that just my heartbeat? Am I being excessively dramatic? Thud. Thud. No, this is real. This is happening. Personally, financial conflicts have perpetually remained a familiar theme in my house. In particular, our eviction from our initial home created by our inability to pay the rent increase let my state settle in and encouraged me to take my education seriously. Granted that my father is currently seventy-seven years of age and