The Night Of My 21st Birthday

We met out at the car. Bruce Jenkins, a St George attorney and the dad of our teammate, Jamie, was the driverwaiting outside that night. to drive us home. We loaded up, stopped off at wWendy 's to all have a quick dinner and then we getot on the road backfreeway to St. George. It was sprinkling rain a little bit, but not too much. It had lightly snowed the night before so temperatures were cold and dropping fast. We try to leave quickly after practice so it doesn’t get much later than it already has to be traveling the 45 miles back home. Jamie sat next to her dad, in the front seat. and Tthe 3 of us sat in the back of a white suzuki jeep blazer , with Keesha and Jodi sharing a seatbelt in the middle as we were

As I drove downtown to visit Carol and Lee, I looked for a back way back in which would mean that I wouldn’t be seen. I wandered around for a while, eventually finding their house situated a few hundred yards from a McDonald on Bragg Boulevard and saw an alleyway behind the restaurant. I went to McDonald, where I waited a while before exiting into the back alley to see if I was followed. When I was convinced that it was all clear, I leaped over the fence into Carol’s backyard and up to the door.

Girls perch on the tables like exotic birds gossiping and giggling, a football fly’s above their heads between two jocks in varsity jackets parading their toned muscles. Groups of high schoolers sit around the room laughing. Weekend has arrived and the hallways of the school were filled with tons of kids ready to go home. Every ear filled with the sound of multiple conversations going off at once, lockers opening and closing, music blasting without. I had managed to push past the constant stream of children and to the school field. The grass was damp and covered in a thin layer of frost. As I walked my footprints were embedded, leaving a piece of me in the cold ground. I saw my friends faraway chattering and fooling around. I was stuck in the wrong crowd; they are nothing like me but somehow I am still friends with them. I slowly made my way up to my “so called friends”.

The air was cold, not a frigid cold, but rather a chilly fall evening. The sun was setting and the sky was an Erie dark blue. Nick turned on the radio and the guys were ready to kick off the weekend. Their plans were dim, but they night was young and hopes were high. Johnny leaned over to open the window and a heavy breeze flew into the car. The window was quickly rolled up and the realization that summer was over was clear. Driving down University drive Nick and Johnny indecisively argues about what to eat. Every fast food joint had been hit about 4 times by this time in the year. The two decided on chipotle and began their scheme to acquire booze. See Nick had his brothers fake ID, so all it took was some confidence and the two of them

“We hit 110th Street and started rolling up Lenox Avenue. And I'd known this avenue all my life, but it seemed to me again, as it had seemed

Our scene includes two Aroostook country boys named Chad and Randy who are very good friends. The scene begins with the fading of the music and the spotlight being put on Chad and Randy sitting down on a bench. Chad starts the discussion by telling Randy how he had a really bad date with Sally Dunleavy because she out rightly said that she didn’t like the way that he smelled. Chad claims him self as the winner for the “baddest date guy of all time” award so he thinks he should be able to choose where they go out tomorrow. Chad says that he wants to go to the bowling supper at the snowmobile club, have a couple beers at the Moose Paddy, and then just hang out after. However, Randy jumps in in order to explain that he is the “baddest

On a warm, June night, I and four of my friends were sitting in my friend Jay’s basement after a long day at Westborough pool. My friend’s mom had ordered us two Papa John’s pizzas and we had a fridge full of Mountain Dew which was the perfect scenario for a group of tired eighth grade boys. We had planned a sleepover and FIFA tournament and people were already looking to claim the best spots to avoid sleeping on the ground. It was shaping up to be a nice, relaxing ending to a great day with my friends.

Kaitlyn TruongCatcalled Roscoe’s House of Chicken and Waffles was always my favorite place to eat until I was followed by two strangers. In the summer of 2013, my best friend Janelle and I went to Huntington Beach to celebrate her passing the driver’s license exam. Janelle is a light-skinned, blonde, 5’1” teenage girl. The weather at the beach was almost perfect -- not too hot and not too cold. The extremely soft sand felt great in between our toes while walking along the neverending palm trees. We spent the whole day gossiping about boys, running aways from seagulls, and tanning under the warm sun. After watching an exquisite sunset filled with red, orange, and yellow skies, we decided to eat at our favorite restaurant in downtown Anaheim. Anaheim was only a twenty minute drive from our hometown, Anaheim Hills, but it had a completely different atmosphere. Anaheim Hills is a safe and affluent city while Anaheim is a poorer city with higher crime rates. Roscoe’s was always packed on a Saturday night and it was not any different that weekend. After driving around the small parking lot multiple times, we were forced to park in a random parking structures that was a mile and a half away. We put on our high school sweatshirt and started the long walk. As we walked out of the parking structure, we heard two voices yell “HEY, YOU TWO ARE BEAUTIFUL!” Shocked and surprised, we turned around to see two dark and tattooed men. The men must have been at least ten years older than us.

I have finally arrived. My palms are clammy and nervousness is coursing through my veins. Never have I ever been away from home, but here I am, at William Woods University, one hundred miles from comfort, for a week-long camp hosted by MASC (Missouri Association of Student Councils). After driving into the campus, a ginormous white dome sits on the right, with a crowd of people in front of it. Driving closer to the massive igloo, I notice six strange teenagers with wacky hats on dancing to the usual “Party in the U.S.A” and banging on windows when cars drove up to them. Of course, driving up to them, they began hitting our windows, as if I was an A-list celeb. After passing by them, my nervousness transitions to excitement; them and the

It was another busy Friday night at the Slow Hand Saloon, New York City’s hottest country bar. Penelope McKay had been overwhelmed when she had seen the crowd lined up around the corner waiting to get in. She was thankful Cheyenne was helping her tonight, she would not be able to keep up without the help. It seemed each weekend the crowds grew as did the lines waiting to get in, this was going to be a long night. Penelope’s white cowboy boots clunked across the hardwood floor, she had heads turning as she walked back to the bar. The tassels on her white vest swayed with each step and her daisy dukes hugged her hips, showing off lean, tanned legs. Her long blonde hair was perfectly curled, cascading down her back. Penny took her place behind the bar, checked to see if anyone needed a drink and got ready for her shift.

Many nights during summer vacation and holidays are spent visiting with friends at my friend, Austin Tynes’ house. On this single night of spring break, my fear would rise through the roof. A group of ten people was visiting at Austin’s house, and the group gathering was getting rather boring. It was hot and humid outside because of the early Louisiana Spring time

The day was May 19th, 2012. My girlfriends and I were headed to the 321 Local. We were on our way to see Sid Wilson of Slipknot. We couldnt be more excited. As we walked into the venue, I almost fell right into somebody's lap. I was so embarresed. As I looked up, the man whose lap I'd fallen into smiled at me. “Hi, Im Alex, but you can call me Snowflake.”

I went to America with my Mom, my sister, and my Grandma. I had to go to the airport to take a plane.

It wasn’t until the morning of Saturday, May 21, 2016 that I realized what the true feeling of unconditional love was. The moment a parent looks into his or her child’s eyes there is just so much love it’s unbelievable. People think they know what love is when they love a significant other, family member, or a close friend; however, that love is nothing compared to the love a parent experiences the day his or her child is born. That is the love I felt the moment I placed my beautiful baby boy on my chest.

It was a bone chilling January night; my mom received a call at about 11:15 PM, a call that changed my life forever. My Aunt June was on the other line. She was crying so hard my mother could barely understand her. Through the sobbing my mom finally understood that Brian, my cousin, had been in a horrible accident and she didn’t know how bad it was. My mother jumped out of the bed after she hung up the phone. She screamed up the stairs at my sister and me; it was a nerve shrilling scream. I could hear fear in her voice. My mom was always yelling at us growing up if we forgot to do something. She would even get us out of bed to finish something that wasn’t done completely. This particular