The Police Chief Placed A Picture Of The Serial Black Widow

She held her Daisies and looked me in the eyes. Her cheeks were red like roses and her eyes were bright under the moonlight and stars above. It was the happiest I had ever seen her. This made me happy because I only took a day and a half to plan this and I only had to buy flowers and poster board. I walked her to her car and hugged her and kissed her goodbye. It’s amazing how simple things can make someone’s day an amazing one. As she looked at me through the window I could tell what she was thinking. She didn’t have to be upset. She knows that

I may not have been a red-headed orphan, but my parents knew I had talent. With that being said, they put me in enrichment extra-curriculars to help embrace and develop my talents. By the time I was seven I was already signing myself up for all sorts of dance and singing camps. My mom constantly tells the story of the time I signed up for “Britain's Got Talent”. She laughs because we have not even visited Britain, let alone lived there; I was ten years under the age limit to even compete. I guess you could refer to me as a go-getter, at least my second teacher did. When I was in the fifth grade I heard a radio commercial for “Celebrity Star Event”, an acting camp run by Adrian R’Mante (he portrayed Esteban from Suite Life of Zack & Cody), I took my mom’s phone and dialed the number. They asked to speak with my guardian and I gave my mom the phone. I can remember squealing and telling her “just go with it!” My mom took me to auditions that following weekend and I was lucky enough to receive callback. I went to my callback and got told that I was accepted into camp and would be attending from the months of March-May in Laredo, and if I did good enough I could spend all

September 15 was a day I won’t forget I was scared for my friend Donavin he was 13 and had to get surgery on his neck, he had a 50% of making it through the surgery. I sat in the waiting room for what seemed like days, I ended up sleeping on the floor of the waiting room to get good or bad news. It was 5:00 pm when the nurse can in I got out of my seat as my sister held my hand tight. “He made it through the surgery would you like to see him” the nurse said. Without saying anything to the nurse, I ran to the room and opened the door with tears, my eyes waiting to see his face. I walked over and saw him sleeping, I layed next to him and hugged him like I have not seen him in forever, I was glad to see him doing well. By wanting to stay with a friend in the hospital, I was showing that I cared for that person. The characters of Sandra from “Geraldo no last name” and Liesel from the book thief showed that they care about people they don’t know.

Once I took my seat, I was holding back my tears. So many thoughts ran through my head. I was returning home , but I had nobody to return to. St. John's is a small city, so I knew I would run into Allison eventually. Also, Allison cheated on me, moved on with somebody new and I was still pining over her. It felt like I was back in high school.

Of course he didn’t…it was late in the night and the coat closet was easy to forget. Except she hadn’t forgotten. She hadn’t forgotten the way he had kissed her, pushed her up against the mint green walls between designer jackets and told her that he had feelings for her. She had reciprocated of course, it was late. Last summer seemed so far away yet so close.

Milk came out of my nose when Zoey had to do the macarena in front of the whole school and I tearfully held my dog close when Zoey’s love interest transferred to a school in Britain. As I watched the show more and more, I forgot my grandmother’s intense hatred for the object of my affection.

"After that I went up to her, she said, 'You'll just forget me after this' and I said, 'No, I'll never forget you.' This was an unbelievable day and I'm glad to say she can have another day with us and I'm glad I was in the right place at the right time."

It was a normal day. It was the day for dual enrollment students to get their college classes situated in order to get ready for the school year that coming August. Everything was flowing exactly how it should be with no complications of class scheduling. Once everything was said and done, it was time to head back to the house, but little did I know that’s where everything would change for the worst, for who I thought was the love of my life actually became someone I no longer recognized.

The helplessness I felt as I sat clenching my head in the murky, brisk night. The words “ I will always love you no matter what”, repeatedly played in my head like my favorite melody. The feeling of your hands riveting my face as you gave me one last kiss overwhelmed me with heartache. The pessimistic stare you gave me as you proceeded to say, in a sorrow manner, “Goodbye Jo”, haunted me forever. The moment I never thought would come about came into prospective right then, you were no longer mine.

I remember that it hurt, looking at her hurt. A beautiful line, no doubt, but I mustn’t take credit. I remember seeing her at her best. I remember telling myself that she would get better. I remember seeing what she would post on Facebook and pretending that I thought she wasn’t slowly killing herself. I remember seeing the blades sitting on her desk and throwing them in the trashcan and acting like they didn’t hold any significance, only to repeat the process the next weekend. I remember hearing her stories about falling out of that damned tree and telling myself, “Oh yeah. Those scars could totally be scrapes from the tree bark.” I remember ignoring the brokenness of her smile. I remember not doing anything about it, and I remember foolishly telling myself that it was all in my head.

As a child, I was not popular. I was bullied voraciously and sought any possible way out. I was so deeply depressed and tired that I did not take into account how my decisions affected

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”

In elementary school and the beginning of Middle school I hung out with a group of popular kids. I began hanging around them because I wanted to me just like them, “popular”. I was scrawny, awkward, and quiet growing up, but played in a lot of sports. Which was the main reason I wasn’t discluded from their group. Walking through the halls in school I would mimic them in the hopes I would be “cool” too. This included belittling other kids who weren’t as fortunate as the rest of us. Again, I didn’t notice anything wrong with it because it was fun for the others. So being a naive kid I went along with it.

When I started high school all I wanted to do was act, sing, and perform. I wanted to be center stage with all eyes on me. I heard that the school musical was going to be the Wizard of Oz in my Biology class as we, ironically enough, learned about the process from which rainbows appear. That night I felt compelled to research information on the refraction of light that causes rainbows. It was a little unusual for me to be so interested in a science topic, but I ascribed it to the role of Dorothy calling my name. With high hopes and a ready heart, I auditioned for the school musical a few days later. After my audition, I

As a quiet and shy freshman, I was convinced by one of my close friends to audition for Hairspray, the musical that the school was performing that year. I soon fell in love with performing and found myself participating in every production put on by my school. I also picked up an interest in dance and often put together routines that I performing at “showcases,” mini talent shows hosted by my school. Performing became an essential piece of my identity, and more importantly, led me to become the outgoing person I am