Stick With Me Research Paper

I turn over and look at the clock. It reads, OH MY! It’s 10 after 8 and breakfast stops at 8:45! I hurry up and wake my sleeping family. When they wake up, We all start rushing around to find clothes. After about 10 minutes of crazy and chaos it is 8:23. We head upstairs to the first class dining room. When we walkin it is very empty because the morning crowd has already came in.. A waitress comes and takes our orders. While we waited, I go out to the deck with Jim and my mum. While my dad is at the table waiting for our food. We all walk outside and quickly start

I got to my apartment and had a huge headache. I shouldn’t have drank that much well off to sleep for me. I did my homework at the library earlier so I don’t need to do that. This is the one week I do it anyway. I yawn once more and climb into my dark bed sheets.I snuggle underneath and drift off to sleep. If only I knew someone was watching me the whole day. I woke up the next day, showered, and brushed my hair for the weekend. I love weekends, no school and no worries. I closed the curtains of my bay window so the whole room would be dark and went down stairs to the burning smell of pancakes. Uck… I hate pancakes.

You shoot up from your warm bed. You rub the sleep from your eyes and glance at the clock, which strikes 6:10. It seems as though your heart skips a beat. The cozy blankets try to keep you enthralled in their warm grasp as you jump from their reach. The bus to Buffalo leaves in twenty minutes and you should’ve woken up an hour ago. You frantically toss on your oversized sweatshirt and leggings and race to the kitchen, in hope that you have time to sneak a quick bite to eat. As you run in, you see that your mother has made you two slices of toast, crisp and crunchy, spread with a thick layer of creamy, melted butter. While running around the house, munching on the perfectly toasted bread, you quick grab your swimsuit and bag, which

the alarm goes off at 7:00 sharp. I get up and I get dressed in whatever I have maybe one of the two pairs of jeans i owned or my shirt with holes in it and my shoes from goodwill. Then I grab any scattered food around the house even if it’s a month old, it’s my only choice. I start walking to school next about 3 miles but we don’t have gas to drive our car so I walk every day writing in this journal each day 2 times and after school I go to work as a sign flipper. It doesn’t give me to much money but it’s enough to help feed me and my brother and sister, most of the time. My dad ran away from my family when I was 5 and my mom died when I was 9 so i’ve pretty much been helping keep me and my broken family

"Ugh why do I have to go to a stupid fancy dinner" I complain to myself as I stand up in the tub and drain the water than turn on the shower and wash my body and hair. When I get out I dry my hair and curl it, then apply foundation to my face chest and shoulders to cover up all the buses that are still present, I guess wolf blood doesnt heal bruises as well as it heals scratches I think to myself, then lastly I go to my closet and pick out a mid thigh length flowy black dress that has black flowers on the top, black flats, and my moms

I grab a towel and take a quick shower letting the water sooth me. Once I am done I grab a towel and wrap it around me, walking out to put my undergarments. I put my clothes on and once I am finished I brush out my waist-length blonde hair. I can see my bloodshot eyes in the mirror and I sigh. I didn't get much sleep last night. Dad brought strippers or sluts, who cares, home last night at 1:00 AM. Hearing them having sex kept me up until almost 2:00 AM when they finally

When I dream at night, the dreams I remember are often very unrealistic. In my dreams, I often find myself floating in wide open areas like the grand canyon or in a forest. Or I will be jumping from high buildings and landing perfectly, unharmed, on my feet. Scientifically, these things are proven to be impossible. However, I have been to the Grand Canyon and I have been to forests. The places are realistic but the actions are not. The answer is very clear to me, I do not believe that my life is just a dream. However, I do believe that you can dream can be your life.

Do you remember when you were a child you would play make believe or pretend. When you would fly your toy plane in the air with your hand saying “This is your captain speaking,” or when you would play doctor with your brother or sister having to operate to save them from a scrapped knee. One man actually fulfilled those childhood fantasies. He goes by numerous names, (Frank Connors, Frank Adams, and Frank Williams); however, when he wasn’t playing pretend he is known as Frank Abagnale Jr. In the book “Catch Me if You Can: A True Story about a Real Fake” he reflects on the days he worked as an Airline Pilot, Physician, college teacher, and even an Attorney. You may think of him as a genius, and you would probably be correct, however he actually never went to college, in fact he never graduated High School. To begin to understand who Frank Abagnale is we will start by looking at what could be considered his four biggest cons, and then lastly talk about how he turned his life around, started becoming a real person, and finally how he has an impact on almost

You quickly grabbed a short dress from your closet, but because of how self-conscious you are you had to put leggings underneath it. People always tell you that you have a nice body, but you don’t believe them, your body feels like it is falling apart, how can it be nice? Though your hair is thinner than average, you can straighten it pretty fast. Best to be positive when the going gets tough, right? You barely know how to say “contouring,” let alone know how to do that to your face, so instead you did very simple smoky eye makeup that you learned from YouTube in 10th grade, didn’t look the best, but it was fine. The club was dark enough that it didn’t make as long as you had mascara on and some alcohol in

"BEEP BEEP BEEP" My alarm goes off and I jump out of bed to turn off the terrible noise. I looked at the time. 6:45 am. I should have woken up 45 minutes ago! I run down stairs and pour some cereal and eat it without milk. I run back upstairs into the bathroom and wash my face, brushing quickly through my hair, and back into my room and change into new clothes I had laid out the night before, pale jeans with a few rips and a frayed seam at the ankle, and a white T-shirt. I grab my favorite cat pillow I slept on, and shove it into my bag with everything else. I grab my purse and unplug my phone and put it in my purse. I go downstairs and grab a granola bar and put it in my purse too. I run upstairs again and bang on my mom's door. "Mom! Wake

On a gorgeous morning, with the sky being in a arrangement of shades of orange and yellow with blue being barely visible as the sun rises with its radiant golden shine going through the tall ancient oak trees. I woke up as always in my jammies being too lazy to get up for school. So I got my groggy self to turn my head at the clock and saw that I had 10 minutes to get dressed. So I jumped out of my bed slowly

The sun is shining through the little holes in the roof of our house when I wake up. Well, I suppose you can't wake up if you didn't sleep. Sleeping was not an option, even considering how exhausted I was from working in the fields yesterday. The nightmares of my brothers reaping day would have been to overwhelming because today is the reaping for the 80th hunger games. This is my fourth reaping so I know what to expect. As I quietly drag myself off my "bed" (hay-stuffed mattress on the floor with a hand made blanket and hay-stuffed pillow) and begin to get dressed when I hear a knock at the front door. The perfectly timed, yet simple: knock, knock, pause, knock lets me know that my best friend is at the door. I hurry to zipper a dress that I received as a "gift" for my first reaping since we couldn't afford a new one. It's a lavender dress that is too short for my still growing "tree legs," as my peers like to call them. The dress cuts low and would show my cleavage if I had more than a size a-cup. After looking quickly in the mirror at my face and hair, I answer the door.

My next memories were in the fourth grade. I befriend a girl who lives in the first floor in my apartment. I always visited her and I hanged out in her place. She lived with just her mother and her mother’s boyfriend. He usually comes and go. But, I can never forget the day he kissed me by force, especially he was really drunk. My friend went to the kitchen with her mother doing some cooking. I was in the hallway and he appeared to me in the dark saying “Come here.” But I didn't want to, but I didn't have a choice. He grabbed me in the arm and started kissing me in the hall way. My mouth was close and that was good thing, but it was unbearable to breathe. I felt his tongue moving around my closing lip. My arm was still being grabbed

The kitchen is grand. All china plates and bowls accompanied by sterling silverware. They almost seem fictitious. I search for food and a drink of any kind. I sit down with warmed up pizza that I had microwaved before, and a soft drink. The food immediately makes me feel better and the liquid fizzes down my throat. I let out a big sigh and my stomach is contented with the pizza. After I eat and have the astonishing soda, I go back upstairs into the room that I lived in. In the closet in the room, I grab some clothes. I change into athletic pants and a long sleeve shirt. They seem to fit me better. The stairs creak as I go down each step and into the den.

I open my eyes and examine the clock. It’s 6:01 and I turn the faucet to the shower on. I step into the shower and I feel the warm water running down my back. I finish up showering and I dry off. I walk back to my room and I look back in forth in my closet looking for a shirt. I grab a pair of black shorts and a blue shirt. I head back into the bathroom and get ready. I style my hair, brush my teeth, and put on some deodorant. I head downstairs for a bowl of cereal and by the time I finish eating it’s 6:48. The bus comes in 12 minutes, so I get my bag ready and I fill up a water bottle with some tea. I begin to walk out the door and I instantly regret wearing shorts. It’s chilly, but soon my arms and legs adjust to it. Right as I get to