I made my last spin, and stopped in relief. I didn't mess up! Everything went perfectly! I was completely exhausted, and was worried that the audience would hear me breathing as hard as a car exhaust. A few seconds of terrifying silence had passed. Those seconds seemed like hours. And suddenly, the gymnasium thundered with applauds! After enjoying all those cheerful faces in front of me, I bowed, and went to the changing room that was behind the stage. But when I started changing to my normal clothes, my face clouded over. I remembered about the broken fan, and I burst in tears. Forgetting about all that joyful mood that I had just a second ago, I broke through the doorway of the change room, and raced through the crowd, tears dripping down from my face. I knew who exactly I needed to find. “Jeff!” I screamed in anger, seeing him in the crowd. It didn't bother me that I was pushing all those people in my way, all what …show more content…
“Who else would have done such a thing?” I decided to go and ask Alison if she had seen anything. But it didn't take me long. The moment I was about to start searching for her, she bumped right into me from the crowd. She looked very upset. “Hey, Alison, I wond—” I was just about to ask her if she saw anybody, but she stopped me in the middle of the sentence. “Wait, I’ll talk first,” Alison said, looking more and more worried. “Ok, go on then.” I replied, interested to hear the important news that Alison wanted to tell me. Alison looked at the floor, and hesitated for a second. “I didn't want to get anybody in trouble, but I had to tell you, because you were so upset about your ripped fan…” Alison paused again. “I saw Michael sneaking into the change room right after our teacher put your costume there. A few minutes later, I saw him slip out quietly, so I went to check if everything was okay with your costume. But when I went inside, I was horrified to find your beautiful peacock fan ripped
My eyes shoot open as I am thankfully ripped from that nightmare. Wow, after about two years I still manage to still have nightmares. It’s been two years since we were thankfully able to leave the isle of the lost, and come to the United States of Auradon. It’s been two years that I have attended Auradon prep and sadly my last year because, I am graduating. We all started our sophomore year and thankfully when school just started, if we hadn’t we would probably wouldn’t be graduating with our friends and my boyfriend. It’s been two years since Ben and I started dating and ever since then I have never been happier. Things have been amazing and being with him is the best thing ever. However, I guess I can’t really say that everything has been
This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.
I walked to the room at the end of the hall that led to the attic. I slowly placed my foot on the first step, calling out for Nancy. When I finally reached the top, I saw a long haired woman standing by the window with her backed turned to me. "Chelsea? What the hell are you doing here?" She was holding an axe in her hand and I started backing up, with no intention on going any further. She turned around and to my surprise, it was not Chelsea at all, but Nancy. She had blood rolling down her forehead, from the scalp that was ripped from Chelsea's head. "Oh, Dear," she said. "You gave me quite a fright." She started walked toward me. "What do you think?" She asked, running her fingers through the
Tuesday, March 6th, 2018 at approximately 4:30 p.m., I Detective L. Donegain was contacted by Sergeant P. Orellano in-reference to a possible overdose at 415 Tradewinds Drive apartment B, Fayetteville, North Carolina 28304. I was advised Patrol Officers were on scene and standing by.
People in society stand somewhere with different lives. Some people are satisfied, others not so much. What do we call a world where we are in an environment we enjoy, with people we love, and with harmony? That is called Quality World. It seems a bit too good to be true but it can be done, but it is completely up to the choices made. For example, if I want to be a teacher I would have to save up for college, enroll in college, finish my degree, and find a job. It seems quite simple, but if I decide that college is getting too stressful and drop my classes, then I am now further away from my quality world. In each quality world you need, “love/belonging, power, freedom, and fun,” (17).
When I was younger I had always been described as mature. Although I wasn’t anywhere near being “mature”, it was a word always used to describe me, well-mannered and mature. While my brother was goofy and social, I was shy and serious. We were twins yet total opposites. As a child, because that was the word almost always associated with me, it crae unusual, almost toxic idea about myself. I had to be mature to be what people liked about me. So, it never occurred to me to be able to not take myself seriously and say something like “Oops that was dumb” and laugh it off. For some reason that didn’t make sense to me to say silly things like that.
I been through a lot to be of assistance for this awesome police officer in Chicago, Illinois. I went through being distributed from Cupertino, California to Chicago, to being manufactured in South Korea, being made into many different parts to be an intermediate good, and being different parts as a raw material. I’m starting with who I am ,I am a iPhone 7 Red.{I know, I know, I am fancy} I am with this officer where I go all around Chicago with my owner Officer Jentson and we go fight crime and help other around our community. I came to Officer Jentson through the FedEx mail. I originally came from different parts of the world. Before I got to Officer Jentson I was in Cupertino, California going through the distribution process, that process
Well today is finally here. My final day of my eighth grade year. I've grown up so fast since I moved to Peersville. A few weeks ago we had the high school cheer tryouts and I am officially going to be a high school cheer leader. Peersville is a small town. Not much to do here just a pool, bowling alley and a few parks. Oh, by the way I'm Faith Flintwood, your average middle schooler. I'm 14 years old and just beginning my summer.
I never thought that I would be saving someone life from drowning. That was until my friends and I did help someone. Which was something that happened very fast.
My mother had quiet a lot of brothers and sisters, there was nine in all.. Mother said most of her brothers and sisters married out of their parents house in Sampson City, moving into one of the houses owned by a man named Mr. Hogan, In these days the houses were called quarters, which consisted of one or two bed rooms and a kitchen all sat in a row. The families living in those little houses worked for Mr. Hogan who was the BOSS MAN. All the men worked at the Turpentine steel, that was owned by Mr. Hogan. They paid no rent and received a very small salary for their labor. Sundays after church was the relaxing time. We would visit with family and friends. In that time we did not own cars in that time, we did not have to go out in shop. The
“Don’t be nervous, you’ll be fine!” These were the last words I heard before I got out of the car to walk through those front doors and start my first day of high school. Sure that’s what my mom thought. She’s an innocent five year old –only sees good and that anything is possible. She thinks since I made it this far, nothing could be so erroneous to complicate things and that it should be a breeze. Just four more easy years then I’ll be off to my dream; University of Texas at Austin or Baylor University. What she didn’t apprehend was that I was starting high school with only one person that I knew-Olira.
Today was so shitty it started out with my fight with me and brother he went thourgh my stuff when I told him not to and I got mad and yelled at him and now I'm grounded even though he went thourgh my shit -.-
We may never know when our life is complete. Life is filled with endless possibilities and a great range of problems that will always affect the future. In the novel and film, High Fidelity, Rob Gordon cannot put the pieces of his life together as he struggles to form a strong relationship with the people around him. It was a long and hard conflict he had to face, though he was able to learn the absolute “Truth”, or noumena, of reality. Similar to Rob, all I wanted was my life to be one. I had this mindset that I had to fit into something. Whether this something was the “in” crowd, the artists, the writers, the jocks, I wanted to feel like I’m part of a larger group. This may have been the same way Rob had felt when searching for reasons as to why his life is the way it was. We both
I quickly realized this act of self hate wasn’t getting me anywhere and was merely just another distraction. Snapping out of it finally, I left the car and in a fit of rage slammed the door with incredible force. The clanking echoed through the trees, as if they were whispering the loud noise underneath their breath. This had all brewed in a very short amount of time and Jeff’s figure was still visible from the spot I still lurked in. The only thing I thought about when I began to sprint behind the shadow was how horrible of a runner he was, almost had a giggle about it really. The chase began, and it wouldn’t had really lasted as long as it did if it weren’t for the rain that soon embraced the situation. Not the light, sorta fluffy rain but the type that caused every sense in you to become blunt. It affected Jeff more than myself, mainly because I still had a surge of adrenaline pumping into my veins. Jeff though? I had so roughly winded him that he was on
I look into the eyes of my 9 year old cousin, Lee. His left eye twitches every so slightly as he smiles up at me. He holds up a toy set and I can see the glint of pride in his eyes as he excitedly tells me how he built it. “This one was a Christmas present,” he explains.