Cara Sloane Jacobs fought a constant war with her mind. She never told anybody, I only found out about it a couple days ago. Cara stopped speaking in tenth grade. I had heard that she wouldn’t even speak to her mom. Then, about three weeks ago, she disappeared. No one knows where she went, they don’t even know if she’s still alive. I never knew Cara too well. We were friendly, we’ve done projects together in class, but we’ve never had a real conversation. I’ve always wished I could know her, though. Cara used to be pretty eccentric, but everybody liked her. Her long, jet black hair and haunting grey eyes made her stand out in the hallways. There was just something intriguing about her, I never liked her, I just wanted to know who she really was. I …show more content…
They look odd together in pictures, with Cara’s black hair and bright eyes, and Olivia’s platinum blonde hair and dark brown eyes. Olivia is in a pink floral dress, and Cara has on black skinny jeans and a dark grey sweater covered with skulls and roses. They’re complete opposites, and if they hadn’t spent every minute possible together in school, I wouldn’t have ever guessed they were friends. Then in ninth grade, Olivia and Cara stopped talking to each other. They wouldn’t even look at each other in the hallway. I heard a rumor that Cara tried to get Olivia to steal some clothes from a store, so Oliva refused to speak to her anymore. That was pretty much around the time she started being less quirky. She gave up her dark skinny jeans, patterned shirts, and combat boots for bootcut jeans, flannel shirts, and tennis shoes every day. She stopped wearing her hair in over-the-top styles, and wore it in a ponytail almost everyday. Eventually, a few weeks before she went missing, she cut her hair to her shoulders. She changed so much, it’s almost like she had become an entirely different person, and now it feels like she never even existed, she’s just an idea
My parents have told me that when I was a toddler I would take books off the shelf and "read" them for hours. At the time I had no idea what the books were about, and would leaf through the pages looking for pictures and familiar words (such as "firetruck," suffice to say I didn't recognize very many).
When I matriculated to Oregon State University, I realized how alone I really was, and that my popularity had meant nothing because I had no true connections with people in high school. I did not know how to work for anything because everything seemed to be handed to me. Finally my sophomore year of college, I met Harper, who immediately fit perfectly into my life. I’d never been that close to someone before, we did everything together. As I sat on the bus thinking about her my stomach began to contract violently and I masticated on one of my apple slices to try to calm it. Senior year Harper and I had decided to go to a big party for Halloween in Portland. Half way through the night Harper came up to me crying and insisted for me to drive her home, refusing to tell me why. I agreed because the party wasn’t that great anyway, but we got in a huge fight over why she wasn’t being honest with me or telling me what had happened. I had turned my head to look at her just for a moment, her red hair cascading around her shoulders, her eyes filled with
Have you ever stolen something and gotten away with it? I have, and sure there’s a thrill to it but its also a
The collage I have made includes many items that I have a personal significance with. Most of the odds and ends I have put into my project represent me. As you can probably tell from my collage, I love things like alternative music that talk about changes in life as well as fictional books and movies that are based in another realm.
I don’t know how to start this, so, um, I’m just gonna dive right in and start from the very beginning. It started about three weeks before my senior year of high school, at first it was like quick snapshots of her features. I don’t remember what came first, it all happened so quickly, but I do remember her lips and her eyes. Her lips were full and pillowy, So plump, so beautiful, so perfect yet rarely complimented. Her eyes changed color they were a soft gray at first, slowly fading into a soft baby blue, gradually getting darker until they were a deep ocean blue, them they were green, a green that brings hope and life no matter what has happened, and before I knew it her eyes were a glimmering color of emerald. Before I could even comprehend what was happening her face was revealed, she is the definition of perfection. Than I woke up, and let me tell you, I was NOT a happy camper that day.
Friday, October 20, 2017 at 11:39 I was dispatched to a call of a theft in progress at the Safeway store. It was reported that a male suspect had taken an iPad and fled the store into Kah Tai Park, a store employee followed the suspect into the park.
Out of the two options, I would choose to be like Jill Price. I would much rather be able to remember everything then forget something every seven seconds. If I were to be like Clive Wearing, I would not get to live my life to the fullest. Could you imagine answering a question, then completely forgetting what the questions was. Don’t get me wrong there are some things in my life that I wish I could forget, but sometimes you just have to face it. However, in Jill Prices case she doesn’t have a choice. Price mentioned that there are scenes that are constantly playing in her head from her memories from the years. Which can be a blessing, but also a curse at the same time. However, if I had a choice, I would much rather remember everything then
“She’s smokin’, Han!” Caleb was the first one to break the silence, although nobody else heard him. I wasn’t sure if he was being serious, trying to make me jealous, or both. I merely gave him a glare before saying, “Too bad you’re dead.” Josh decided to clarify for the girl by saying, “She sees dead people. I’m Josh Baker, also known as Patient 8419”
First there was nothing but darkness. It felt like an endless void for one man. But as quickly as the darkness appeared, it disappeared into the light of day. The man dubbed ‘Hero’ quickly looked around the lush hills consisting of trees, rabbits, birds, squirrels and… slimes? He slowly walked over to one, still not trusting his legs, and as he drew closer the slime jumped at him. The slime impacted Hero and sent him stumbling backwards. Hero looked for something to fend off the attacker and found a copper short sword at his hip. He pulled it out of the sheath and stabbed at the slime. To his surprise the slime exploded into a pile of copper coins and a few balls of slime. Walking toward it he was surprised when the 2 objects started to float
On August 28, 1998, 19 years ago I was charged with theft. At the time of the offense, I was a very immature 18 year old teenager going through some hardships at home my parents were planning on separating. At that time I started hanging out with the wrong crowd of people. Due to peer pressure it lead me to make wrong decisions that I still regret to this day. One of my so-called friend was working at K-Mart he mention to me that I should go by the store and buy some stuff and that he would not charge me for some of the merchandise in exchange of me getting some of things for him that he that he would have ready for me in the store. To make feel reassured he said, that he had done this with some of our other friends. So I was easily convinced and went by the store when he told me to go. When I got to the store he had two televisions ready for me to pick up (I never thought it was going to be televisions) I went up to the register and said, to follow him as we walked outside the store manager
Sitting on the sofa watching old reruns with dad and Karen , were interrupted with a breaking news bulletin . It was about a murder discovered in our town , I was began to tighten Karens hand while holding it. She let go , giving me that look of don't even at me , stared back at the TV watching Trever coming on. “ We have some details relating to the murders , were suspecting a female very young , possible male .” Good evening everyone , please be warned the following details are explicit and graphic .” “The suspects have been draining the blood from virgin females from the scene , we believe they are bathing in it at there disclosed location .” “ Were calling it a copycat murder based on the 1500s serial killer , Elizabeth Bathory.” “ Be
This week has been fairly simple, yet exciting. The murder case we've been working so hard to get organized and ready for court continued on Tuesday. Last I remember, the case left off right before closing statements. Closing statements continued on Tuesday then leaving the decision up to the jury. Closing statements arent so interesting as they are on TV. They're usually very long and boring in my personal opinion. It is up to the attorney to keep the jury interested enough in their closing statement. Attorney Hamlin did was wonderful job with his closing statement; meanwhile, the states closing made me want to take a nap. The jury still did not make a decision so the trial continued until Wednesday. I am eager to know whether our client was
Hello my name is John. I was just everyday salaryman. It was my 24th birthday night when i were walking in the park. Where i had my first date with my first and last girlfriend. There were two people doing inappropriate thing in the park. Was what i thought and this place have some important memory of my life so i decided to remind them.
When I was a little girl, my father and I used to bond over long rides on country roads. During one of these trips, we ventured too far into unknown territory and became lost and boxed in by a narrow road with trees on one side and a fence on the other. By the time he managed to turn the car around, my dad saw that he must have pushed against the fence, which now hung back partly trampled.
“Will you take these earrings?” I ask, “They’re real diamonds, I’m sorry but I guess that’s all I have.” I look down at my Louboutin heels and Versace dress not believing that I’m giving away my diamond earrings for a thirty-dollar cab fare.