I rush into my home and run up the stairs to my room. I jump on my bed and roll over to my laptop and open it quickly. I log onto the One Direction site and see that I made it in time to see the bid. I scroll and try and find my name and I see I'm in third place for the tickets and the time is running out. I've already bid $7000 for three tickets and backstage passes. The reason it's so expensive is because these passes are the last set of passes for their concert. 5sos is also playing so we would be meeting two bands and hearing both of them play.
It’s been 2 years, 35 days and 22 minutes, and I’m still peeking through the dismal, damped window to just have a look at my family. Though years have passed but I still see my mother stepping out of the door every morning with the hope that her daughter Selina Dimp, would arrive. If only she knew that our separation would result to her survival, the urge and temptation to step in my house, smell the aroma of my ever favorite lasagna, tease little Jason and be in the arms of my mother has grown extremely more. No matter how many years have passed but the plague is still out there on our streets, infecting every person I love , my own brother and my entire Nation. As always, the newsboard flashes “The Republic of America war against the Democratic of America is still in progress” , the same old news by the government but for the first time it shows something that gives me a leap of faith for a second. The
In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime
“Casey, your group needs to do the stunt one more time!” coach said imprudently. It happened March 26, 2015; it was at the end of a two hour practice. During the summer months in South Georgia, it is utterly hot and humid, especially in our cheer gym (a warehouse with no air conditioner); it only has two heavy-duty fans and a roll-up door. With this in mind, my group became slightly irritated. Everyone was exhausted; nevertheless we still had to do the stunt anyway.
I have been a leading member of several clubs and teams throughout high school. At my previous high school, Casady, I was a leading member of the Multicultural Club. I presented the festivals and traditions of several cultures to my entire high school bimonthly, and organized bake sales and activities with the goal of increasing cultural awareness. I was also an avid debater at Casady, where debate was an offered class. However, policy debate was the only style of debate that students could learn about. In my freshman year, I was a policy debater, and I did very well in state competitions and at national tournaments, but I enjoyed the philosophical arguments much more than the political ones found commonly in policy debates. Therefore, I started a Lincoln-Douglas Debate team, which focused on philosophy throughout the eras. I
Everyone has heard of the backseat drive, or the armchair quarterback, and at some point in our lives, we have all acted as the unelected politician. I have decided that since I now have a decent sized soapbox, I might as well hop on and get to talking. Who better to fix the worlds problems than a movie theater manager right?
When I was 5, my hands grew old and weary, tired of construction and calloused from work. Day after day after day, I would fashion new worlds and cultures out of little LEGO blocks. I worked fastidiously- creating tiny planes, guarded forts, and expansive cities that swept from one end of the carpet to the other. (I loved to make castles with booby-trapped moats and false walls and hidden entrances.)
Post WWII in 1957 my great Grandad left their homeland of England to immigrate to Canada by plane which took 10 hours to fly from --------- to New York City. The ride was stressful and sickening, my Papa, Colin who was only _ remembers puking on the plane.
Freedom: the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or resistance, that is what we don’t have right now. Our lives have been hard,we are often tempted to give up and not press forward, but we are not quitters, all of us together are going to fight until we have moved on.My poor family will be Britain’s slaves if our American troops do not try. All of our colonies sleep together snuggled in a little cabin like hut , it is not the perfect little dreamhouse, all snuggled up together in a warm, comfortable bed, no, we did it the harder way.
A speak is moving on the paper. Tracing every letter with a little spark that flickers. I stick my fingers out to touch it and the instant contact burns me and I drop the paper with a gasp. Light comes up from the ground the second the paper hits the floor, shining so bright it could very possibly light a whole city. I cover my eyes at the brightness of it. The light gets bigger and closer and within less than three seconds, the light surrounds us. I want to scream bloody murder out of pure confusion and fear. Then, I feel as if I'm being sucked forward until my whole body, without my permission, is slowly being lifted off my window seat. I try to grab for Amanda, but everything is gone the second I blink.
I was driving to the next army base, on the beige, rocky road all of a sudden I heard a ginormous explosion then everything went black. When I woke up something felt different, I looked down and my right leg was completely cut off. This is the tragedy that a lot of our veterans had to go through over discrepancies between countries or areas.
To the colonists listening to the shot heard across the globe, to the United States soldier crawling up the fortress-like beaches of Normandy to fight against the ideals of Nazism. The United States of America, "The Land of the Free", has fought to secure the freedom to those across the entire world. Though freedom may have appears to be an act of living in one's home with many different rights, this expression takes on a more defined term when looking at the many different freedoms that formed throughout my own eighteen years of life. As I peer throughout my life, those that have truly allowed me to experience freedom was through performing music, obtaining a car, and beginning a career.
Life is a mystery, one minute, things seem calm and peaceful, and the next, chaotic. In life, there will always be situations that occur randomly, and their severity are too random. Random was not the case for me receiving a car for my 16th Birthday. I had been waiting months for my birthday to arrive, for my car was in sight. Both my father Steven and my mother, Felicia, had made it very clear that I was to get a car for my birthday, but not necessarily the new 2016 blue Chevrolet Malibu I had hoped and begged for. This was not very pleasing, for I wanted a car of my liking and satisfaction. This car was the newest car to hit the market, with an incredibly low gas mileage, rearview camera, and its sleek exterior. On October