Essay On My Porch

One thing that does not interest me anymore is going outside. I used to always love going outside but not anymore that is like the top uninterested thing i'm into rite now. When i was a kid i loved going outside, after i got older i only go outside on the daily-bases now that i'm more mature.When i get in trouble my parents make me go outside for my punishment. Outside is just not interested to me

"More than anything, I just want you to know that there is more than one person you can lean on. You may have someone up their who you are relying on, but you have two incrediably strong sons who would never wish to see their mother in pain like this. Whatever the outcome we finally get your boys will be strong for you and in return I'm sure you will be strong for them."[/b]

Someone broke into my car and about $400 worth of cash and items were stolen.

"You can't keep holding on to stuff like this, James." Natasha sighed, slipping a delicate hand through her hair. "It's not healthy."

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

I left my radio in the back room in was most likely with the volunteer who was covering for me. He yelled at me to "get up" and told me lets talk in Joshs' office (which was a few steps away). Daniel storms in Joshs' office, turns on the light and sits down in the office chair in front of the desk with his arms crossed and a sticky note in his hand. I follow him and prop the door open with the door stop is I say "lets keep the door open it's hot in here." The real reason I did this was because I was extremely uncomfortable. He then yells, "Do you want to tell me where you have been?". I was standing in the door way, not completely in the room when I told him that I met with HR. He asked very angrily who I got permission to leave from and then stated that I left my post without permission.

I HAD BEEN ASLEEP QUITE SOUNDLY FOR A COUPLE HOURS, WHEN I WAS AWOKEN BY AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR SOUND. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERY TIME MY BRAIN REGISTERED CERTAIN NOISES - EVEN WHEN I WAS DEEP IN SLEEP, IT SENT OFF A PANIC TRIGGER THAT FLOODED THROUGH MY MIND. THIS WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE TIMES.

“Tell me, how does a pathetic, worthless, but yet intelligent person get into this mess and end up here?” Seymour asks, not really expecting an answer, but to dignify his still anger, uses his carved, smooth surface of his wooden baseball bat to strike her left knee, which has fell off for the fifth time now, since she awoken in the mysterious room. She was tired, hungry, thirsty, homesick, and yet so furious the adrenaline pumped bitter life into her and she sat, ropes to her chest, arms, and legs, thinking about life before this moment. “She gets the million dollar questions correct, but only by taking wild guesses,” she manages to say, hoping this sacred fuel will last forever. Before taking another swing at her leg, he chuckles, and then

I woke up and looked over to where Erik's mattress was, he was gone but I wasn't surprised. I laid my head back down and awoke about 15 minutes later. Erik was sitting on his mattress looking in my direction smiling.

“The nurse said she was running a fever of 102. They tried to call her parents, but they were apparently in the middle of a crucial heart transplant,” Phoenix said after a few moments of silence. I mentally sighed. My mom is cardiothoracic surgeon, and my dad is her assistant. I think it’s cute that they work together, but that means whenever Mom has to perform a surgery, Dad has to go too. And I’ve seen my fair share of nannies and babysitters in my lifetime because of it.

“You don’t need to use your eyes to see me, Samantha. Use your other senses: smell, hearing, touch. Follow the sound of my voice and the scent of my cologne; they will lead you to me.”

Head spinning and sleep deprived, my black and white-striped Adidas drag across the taupe cement floor, begging to come to a stop in front of the lockers in the backroom. The cold steals away my sense of feeling, yet my nose still manages to alert to how cold it is by allowing nasal fluids to dominate. I sniff. Today is going to be long.

The rest of the ride was smooth and silent, at least on the outside; inside of me I felt like a soda bottle someone had shaken up long enough till it was about to explode. All the resentment I had felt for Patty had came up again on the one hour drive. I couldn’t believe her! She should’ve told me it was a dine and dash. Here I was, driving around, sticking my neck out so she can have her night of fun, and she doesn’t even bother to tell me what we’re doing.

I jumped up in excitement at the sound of the words “Let’s go to grandma’s house”! I ran to my bedroom and threw on the first thing I saw, I ran back down the stairs and into the bathroom, I grabbed the brush and brushed my hair into a ponytail. I was finally finished and i ran out into the mud room and put on my shoes, I was the first one ready so that means I get the best seat in the car, the one right next to the window.

Where I live is one of the greatest neighborhoods in the city to live in; however it does have its draw backs. Importantly it has nearly everything a resident might want, beautiful picturesque scenery, proximity to shopping, and many of the cultural centers. Nevertheless the roads can be some of the most congested in town, and the streets are not safe to walk late at night.