Pros And Cons Of Being Bored

“Fine,” she looked up as a man with a scar running down his cheek smiled sinisterly. She didn’t trust him, she moved to try to get out of his reach but he pulled his arm out. Her eyes widened in horror as his fist came forward, she had stopped crying, watching the fist as if it was coming at her slowly. When it hit her face she barely registered it, it didn’t hurt, only stung and sent a shock through her body. Another fist came, then another. Her vision was going blurry, she heard them say something but she couldn’t make out what it was as her body fell limp against the seat and her eyes shut, unable to handle the pain in her

Rudy hated to go home with his left ear bleeding and his right eye almost closed. Rudy was was almost home and he still didn’t know how he will explain his black eye and bloody ear to his mother. Rudy still remembers vividly what happened and how much pain he was in. Rudy was walking up his driveway when he heard “Rudy! What in the world happened to your face?” yelled Rudy’s mom. Rudy started to worry as he was not at all prepared to explain what had really happened.

Rae could not figure out what had changed as she was still screaming and pulling off her own skin in big chunks. Then she realized what the change was. It was that she could no longer hear her grandma screaming along with her. That thought scared her and she screamed out to her Grandma. Then Rae heard River’s voice. “It’s okay; she is in the tub being washed with healing salts.”

Ruby placed her small hand on his shoulder then pulled him into a tight embrace. Eventually, Henry released his younger sister and held her at arm’s length, only then did he notice her own tear stained cheeks and trembling shoulders. He grasped her cotton wrap in an unconscious effort of comfort and readjusted it loosely across her shoulders, patting her protectively before dropping his arms to his side. Ruby reached up and pulled the wrap tightly across her chest and, despite the heat, Henry felt a shiver snake down his

“This is personal to you. I know what it’s like to lose someone, and believe me, I’ve been where you are right now. Maybe your emotional state will prevent you from focusing on this case,” Aidan added and smiled. His eyes seemed warm and caring now. Megan noticed how the pitch black color of Aidan’s eyes seemed both mysterious and hypnotic at the same time. “Hey, you came from Connecticut and asked for me. This means that you want me to work on this case because you know what I’m capable of,” said Megan. She was frustrated. She felt much more furious than she sounded. She thought that Aidan should thank her therapist who taught her how to keep her anger under control, and smiled a little.

Elaine breathed softly as she stared at her reflection. She was wearing a barmaid dress and although it was too revealing for her taste, it did not bother her as she had important things to worry about. She stood from the chair she was sitting in; however, she did not exit the room. Instead, she applied a light hand of powder on her skin and pinched her cheeks to add some color to her pale face.

With a mighty female cry, she mustered her strength to get the male on his side comfortably to present the damage. Na Ra gently and clumsy cleansed the wound. When she volunteered at the animal shelter, she hated cleaning up injures the most. It made her want to burst into tears and this was definitely the same emotion she felt with the

His words knocked the wind out of her and gnawed at her skin. Mara stood there with disbelief, disgust, and splashed of hatred written in her face. She stormed out of the room and bolted to the washroom. She stared at her reflection through her blurred vision and watched as her sadness melted into anger. It was only a small cut, so her tears came from the burn of rejection as oppose to the now-numbed laceration on her hand.

The med student let out a shuddering sigh, tears prickling at the brim of his eyes. His fingernails dug into the bottoms of his scrubs, scraping at the skin of his thighs.

"I mean what if you just can’t make an A? What if it’s a subject that you just don’t understand?"

Before Zoey could even think of a half-decent comeback, Carrie was shoved out the bus door. She landed with as muffled 'oof', followed by a painful 'ow'. When she felt she was finished laying on the concrete long enough, she stood up and dusted herself off. She managed to blink the pain away, even though the pain was not in her eyes; it everywhere else.

As a kid you probably think it is the end of the world when you get bored. Although many kids nowadays do not really get bored. There is usually always something to keep them occupied. Weather it is a phone, tablet, Ipad, Xbox, or any other thing such as that.

Taryn's young heart fluttered as the teacher reached down to help her up and began scooping papers and books into his arms, handing them over to her when everything salvageable had been rescued. "Th-thank you," she mumbled, seizing her things before turning quickly away and storming off down the hall before he could see her impossibly red cheeks and the fact her knees were now colliding with one another while her lungs worked far harder than they should have been.

Later, he surveyed the white bandage from her lap, and shed new tears at the memory of his injury. A handkerchief in a houseworked hand pinched his nostrils caringly, and between deep sobs, he blew, and sighed, and felt better. Annie’s soothing Irish voice rocked him on bony knees, and wax polish and soapy smells mingled with her usual reek of tobacco and beer, providing solace in

     “I see you’re here to see me about your acne,” She looked over at Sarah. “I’m sure we can have that cleared up in a few weeks. It’s not as bad as you think it is. I just don’t want it scarring.” The doctor said to Sarah. As soon as she mentioned it could be cleared up in a few weeks, Sarah smiled and perked up, thinking about her face without acne. It had been so long.