“Are we there yet, Mom?” Annabelle asked impatiently in the car.
“Annabelle, sweetie, you know that to go to Vermont it takes almost 12 hours. We just left home a hour ago, and you are already complaining. Besides, we haven’t passed that pit stop that we always stop at. You know, the one with the big playground.” her mom said.
“I know,” she said over exaggerating, “but I can’t wait to see Lauren and Kyle. The last time I saw them was when we went on vacation together in Hawaii.”
“Didn’t you video chat last night with them? I remember hearing you squeal because you were excited.” her dad said.
“Well, yes, but I meant in person, Dad.” she replied.
“Well in 11 hours, you’ll see them in the cabin. Now get some sleep tonight before we reach our pit stop so you will have some energy tomorrow.” said her mom.
“Ok,” Annabelle said as she laid down on the backseat of the car. She watched the nighttime sky filled with stars pass her, as she drifted off to a peaceful sleep. Her dream that night was a weird one. She was in an enchanted forest, but she was lost. The trees glowing, and the sky as bright as the moon. She saw all the animals that lived in the forest come to her, asking for food even though she didn’t have any. She put her hand out and all the animals ate something that she didn’t recognize. It was weird, but somewhat amazing. Before she knew it, it was already morning, and they had already reached their pit stop.
“Come on Annabelle, we better get some food. You must
The weather is perfect for racing: not too hot, not too humid, not too windy. I dash down the twisted trails in the woods, trying not to stumble on the gnarled roots protruding from the dirt. My spikes puncture the soft earth with every stride, and my legs repeatedly pound on the ground, soreness surging through them. As sweat trickles down my face and dirt smears across my aching calves, I ascend a steep hill, trying to bring forth the strength I have accumulated throughout endless hours of practice. Now that I am nearing the final two hundred meters, I must force my body to begin sprinting. Breathing heavily, I dart for the imminent finish line, trying to beat the uninterrupted tick of the timer. Even though the crowd surrounds all around me, I can barely hear their animated cheers, because all I can focus on is crossing the line before the girl next to me. I can feel adrenaline surging through my body, and I widen my stride to cap off the remaining distance. When I glance at my Garmin watch, a new personal best time flashes across the screen. I realize that all of the gruelling work I have put in is worth the final result: happiness. (Snapshot Lead)
In 1983, Raymond Carver introduced his short story “Cathedral” to the public. The first-person narrative takes place within the narrator’s home, where his wife is waiting upon the arrival of her blind friend Robert. The narrator, however, becomes more concerned about how Robert’s visit will affect him rather than enjoy the situation. Once Robert arrives, the narrator tries to understand the blind man, but he is unaware of what tasks Robert is capable of performing due to the narrator’s inability to “see”. In time, Robert shows the narrator the difference between looking and seeing through illustrations of a cathedral, drawn by the narrator with his eyes closed. “Cathedral’s” narrator exposes readers to anti-heroic views
“I thought you were by yourself, because I didn’t see your family. So I got nervous.”
Being an athletes is one of the best-paid jobs on Earth. Being that they are paid so much the cost for the consumer is very high. The prices of tickets and sports memorabilia have been steadily rising over the years. The average ticket prices for the NHL, MLB, NBA and NFL all rose 5% to 10% this year, according to Jon Greenberg, executive editor of Team Marketing Report. (Mihoces).
The cost of college tuition is continually on the rise and has placed many burdens on high school students as well as their families. Some of the burdens that are placed are a result of parents putting pressure on their children to earn scholarships. Some of the burden is a result of students putting pressure on themselves to earn scholarships. Then, there is the burden of high college debt once the student graduates. Is this pressure really helping our students or is it hurting them? The bottom line is college tuition is skyrocketing out of control and something must be done before it destroys our families and our children.
"Hey dad. Yeah we're leaving now. Okay see you soon. Love you too, bye." She hung up. "Okay, they're leaving now, we should get
“Can you go with us tonight?” Nicole asked. “The kids are asleep, and we’ll be home before their parents get back.”
“We’re just going for a ride, just you and me. See Ellie’s leaving. See. It will be just you and me.” He said trying to reassure Connie. “We’re not far, we’ll be home soon after sunset, there’s just one place I want to take you first.”
“Oh thank-goodness! We were worried you might not remember.” Meg said in relief, taking the distance between them in three steps and throwing her arms around Avi’s neck.
I led her to the shelter that I had created before it got dark. ‘Now we can sleep,’ I said with excitement. ‘But I don’t want to sleep, I want to stay up ALL NIGHT LONG,’ Ella complained. ‘I know you do, and so do I… But we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow, flying and all, and you should probably get some rest, I know I will
“Yep, I'm all packed and ready to roll. I'm just excited to get to him and be with him again.” Brittany said jumping into the back seat.
Source: CDC, National Center for Health Statistics, National Health and Nutrition Examination Survey. Health, United States, 2002. Flegal et. al. JAMA. 2002;288:1723-7. NIH, National Heart, Lung, and Blood Institute, Clinical Guidelines on the Identification, Evaluation and Treatment of Overweight and Obesity in Adults, 1998.
“It’s about time that you came up.” Kyle, my cousin, announced. “Today’s the big day, right?”
“Your assignment is to write a persuasive essay and present it to the class in a week. You will be graded based on how convincing it is. Today we will be choosing topics,” announced Mr. Bowerbank, my 7th grade English teacher and ruler of classroom 110. My class simultaneously groaned at the prospect of work. I simply lifted my head with intrigue as it was already May and about time we had our first essay. He then proceeded to give examples of topics we could choose and gave us some time to think before we had to tell him our topic. My classmates were already rushing to tell the teacher their idea lest someone else steal it. That meant the usual abortion, death penalty, or drug use topics were out. I really couldn't think of anything and the teacher was slowly making his way through the remaining students like an executioner beheading criminals in a line. I have always thought that he would make a marvelous supervillain if he had a curly mustache, a tophat, and a cape. Eventually my name was called. I slowly dragged myself over to his desk. Even sitting down, he still seemed to tower over me. “What is your topic Cindy?” As usual in such desperate times, my mind turned to food. “Waffles are better than pancakes.” I figured that a waffle was just a differently shaped pancake with a nicer texture. “Hmm. Excellent topic. I look forward to your essay!” I survived to live yet another day.
Why spend money that is really needed for other things? Why live uncomfortably? Why be trapped in this hole called a home that belongs to another person? Why not live free and peacefully? When a person rents he or she usually throws away money that could be used to purchase something that belongs to them. Money is not easy to come by so why pay out hundreds toward something that is not benefit to the person paying it out. There is no good explanation for making a decision like this. The best option in a situation like this is to buy a house. Buying a house is a better option than renting an apartment.