When I was little, I didn’t know I could see paranormals. I didn’t know they existed. I was in a foster care system. One day, I wanted to go to the library. I walked through the cemetery and saw a guy sitting on the gravestone. I looked at him and saw right through him. I got so scared. Paranormals have normal people skin but underneath they are ugly. I see them for who they are underneath their skin. The ICPA uses me to bag and tag these paranormals now. Nobody else can see these monsters, so I taze them and put a tracker on their ankle and read them their rights, They need to be in ICPA custody so they don’t hurt anybody. Vamps suck people’s blood and Zombies eat people and hags eat little kids and werewolfs howl and the moon and attack people. …show more content…
One night after I bagged-and-tagged this vampire, the alarms went off so I ran to Raquel’s office. She looked normal, just going through some papers on her desk but something seemed different. She looked like water, but she was totally normal. It wasn’t Raquel, so I tazed it and security came and everything was hectic. I thought the thing had ate Raquel, but turns out he was just trying to figure out who was killing all the paranormals. I didn’t know how many paranormals were dying until I was trying to bag-and-tag a Vampire one night and I walked into a room full of about 20 of them. I called Reth, an ex boyfriend faerie, which was a mistake and faeries have to do whatever you say if you use their first name. His real name wasn’t Reth that was just his faerie name. He is always trying to love me and after what he did, I don’t love him. Faeries have bad tempers and they are very manipulative. I found out that all the vampires that were in that room were found dead. Then, I had a mission to go bag-and-tag a hag. I hated hags so Jacques came with me, Jacques is a werewolf and when I was looking in the swamp for the hag, I found her dead. She was so ugly, but she was
I remember that fateful day waking up to my mom’s homemade pancakes. She would always get up early on Tuesday mornings and make them for me. They were the best pancakes ever, they were never dry, always light and fluffy. They were mouthwatering, and I couldn’t resist them and I followed the smell to the kitchen.
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.
Throughout our lives, we all make sacrifices in order to achieve our goals or to help others achieve their goals. For some, this may mean sacrificing friendships or family time, or for others it may mean sacrificing money and other dreams which may also be of great importance to us. A person who has made many sacrifices in order to achieve their aspirations or goals is someone with strength, determination and masses of will-power, and it is someone who is not prepared to give up on their dream.
Last year, 2016, scaled to my first tournament that would be played at Marista. I would not
Having a dad that is in the military can be tough. I had to adapt to new places and go through situations that made me doubt who I really could be. Through it all my family has always been there for me. When I moved to Virginia it was hard for me to adapt. After I joined the soccer team the situation brightened up. It’s coming to that time of leaving my family. They will be moving to Knoxville, Tennessee when I graduate. Radford is close to Tennessee but still in Virginia. I seek to join Radford’s nursing program and soccer program. Radford has everything that I dream in a college and more.
I had the opportunity to interview a colleague of mine Brenda, who is a teacher in the Deaf and Hard of Hearing department at our school. Brenda herself is Deaf and was raised by Deaf parents, which benefited her greatly. She began at the Institute for the Deaf and Blind, now known as Montana School for the Deaf and Blind, from preschool to tenth grade. Brenda told me that by the time she had become a tenth grader the school district in Montana was more willing to accept a student who was Deaf. Before this time without the proper legislation like the IDEA law, school districts did not have provide free and appropriate education. Even though she was permitted to attend a mainstream high school, she only took elective type classes. She said that
Debby is the Chief Financial Officer of the organization I work for. My boss had also flown in to the office to support Debby at an award event for the Best CFO for Orange County, which she was nominated for. During lunch we talked briefly about Debby and the type of leader she is. Based on his feedback and my first interactions with her during this visit, I was very impressed. I asked my boss during our 1:1 meeting if he thought she would be willing to do an interview with me for class. He said he thought she would be and said he would ask her during his 1:1 session later that week with her (My boss reports to Debby). He came back later that week and let me know that she was very excited that I had asked and said she was waiting for me to schedule something on her calendar.
As a child, I wrote constantly . From pirate ships to my school’s playground, the settings of my pieces varied, but my main character always remained the same. Jenny Rose, my young heroine, was daring and an explorer at heart. I created Jenny when I was in third grade, along with a series that centered around all of her expeditions. When I faced intimidating or troubling situations, I reacted as if I was Jenny. For years I continued to write about Jenny and her exciting encounters. And eventually, I realized that Jenny’s characteristics were quite similar to mine. Jenny was always someone I admired and wanted to be, but I eventually came to the realization that she was a reflection of who I already was. All of Jenny’s discoveries and experiences
“I will tell you when I woke up to see Marisa standing over me it was the most relieving and terrifying sight I have ever had to wake up to, and I had to wake up next to Stephan for a while. She ended up telling me I was asleep for almost two days, and when Stephen would come into the room which was almost three times a day Alexander would take her into a different room and make sure she didn’t hear anything.” I started to tear up, “ I remember breaking down in her arms, and begging her to kill me. How could I ever live like this? How could this guy, who I trusted, do something like this to me? I lost everything the night he decided that his teenage hormones were worth more than my life, or even my best friends life. I will tell you all, I
Five years ago, I did something impulsive. I turned myself into a cliché when I decided to be spontaneous and hopped in my car and took off to Vegas. I had no idea that decision would come back to haunt me. Now, I am a super star, engaged to a rock star, and have everything I could ever want. Until my world implodes around me and I find myself running back to where it all began.
After returning from school and surviving another day of torture. My birthday wasn't the way I imagned it'll be. Taking that stupid girl's sweater, which smelled like an old dead decomposed body. I only wanted to celebrate my birthday, not wear another girl's sweater. Nobody even dares wearing that red sweater. If it was from a well known brand. I would keep it as my birthday gift, but God it was rigged from all sides only to be replaced with another type of wool knitted on to it. I kept this red sweater for some time, but I kept it outside my room, because the smell was horrible. My parents couldn't even handle the smell too, so I threw it on the chair outside our garden. We usually have BBQ party outside our garden every summer.
I have started, stopped and come back to this email on numerous occasions over the past few days. So while I could parse my words a thousand different ways, fuck it, I will attempt to be concise which will hopefully translate to clarity. No promises though.
“This is so weird, why did we sign up for this?” I asked said to my friends as I looked at all the Jesus freaks bellowing out their so called “favorite” Christian tune. It seemed like every song was their favorite. And I was going to have three whole days of this on the actual weekend of the conference. I did not understand how I was going to be able to handle this.
Such a silly thing, being scared of something that's net even there. Just another monster hiding under the bad and you have to wait for mother of father come and make it ‘go away’, but you won’t let that stop you from taking a stroll will you? Of course not. Your one of the last people in town that hasn’t gone completely mad, after all the disappearances anyone would be on edge, but it's been months, surely it was just a hoax. There are rumors going around saying they just ran away, first it was Matthew Dartel, you’ve spoke to him a couple of times but nothing more than acquaintances. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but he wasn’t a bad kid, just always in the wrong place at the wrong time, his parents probably just kicked him out. The kid can barely pass highschool. Then don’t forget Margo Fey, now there was someone who couldn’t say no to anything, no matter the task it shall be done as Margo Fey was up to it. You can always hear something about her around the school, even with her disappearance, some say a job just went wrong, others say just just got fed up with such a quiet town so she just left; either way.
On my way back from the grocery store there is a detour for road construction. I end up having to take a very dark back road. I see an abandoned insane asylum. The idea that has been fresh in my mind for some time comes to my head instantly. I pull up in front of the old building and think about how in my plan I want to create a haunted house to kill the people that who attend it looking for a good time and to display their dead bodies as part of the attraction yet unknown to them. That this will be the very place that I will create and finish my plan. There are multiple small trap rooms with creepy cages in the middle creating a haunted house for the public that is going to become my organized plan hoping that no mistakes come along to mess it up.