The Van Was No Longer A Toy

Half my friends laughing, the other half following quickly behind to see what’s going on. In between hanging up the phone with my mom and making it to the bathroom with no one behind me anymore, I realized, wow I’m a spoiled brat who got handed everything and reality came and bit my butt hard. I didn’t really need that sweater. Or the necklace I had bought earlier or even those to die for shoes I was drooling over. With this new sense of maturity, I went and returned all those things I didn’t need. When I got home I walk right into my mom’s room handed her the $250 I had just got back, from all the things I “needed” so badly, and told her,” You know mom, what you said was kind of mean but thanks.” She refused to accept my mom so when she wasn’t looking I put it in her purse later that

We pulled up to an old house that looked abandoned. I saw the Chloe was trying her hardest to hide a nasty grin but, I ignored it because the house is what really grabbed my attention. Chloe turned off the car and opened the door. After that she signaled us to follow. Carly and Ellie glanced at each other and smirked at each other. We walked up to the doorway and opened the door. Somehow I got in front of them and walked in first. Right at that moment someone popped out and screamed. Then I found myself covered in spoiled milk. There was cameras flashing everywhere and all I could do was run and cry. I ran all of the way home, up the stairs, and straight into the bathroom to shower. I couldn't believe how stupid I was and how I didn't see what was coming the whole time. My mother knocked on the door. I stood there for a minute before I opened

This shows that the relationship with the mother and kids was very unstable in a way. The children then went out their way to pull a prank out in the street and risk Tiffany, the youngest sibling’s life. This was very dangerous but the children did not give off any fear from attempting the act.

It was an ordinary day when Peter Fredward Kanzaas lost what he loved most. The Canadian summer sun brightened up his kitchen making it hard to see some parts of the room due to the glare. This, however did cause Pete to notice that his special green bag with yellow patches on it had gone missing. Pete’s missing bag had contained his most prized possessions in life. His watch that he had won from the state fair, the belt buckle that he had taken from the rodeo, a pair of gold plated socks and his lucky bottle cap were all been stolen by a thief when he or she took that green bag. The backpack full of items was the only thing that made Pete wake up in the morning and when it was stolen, it was not an option to not find it. Peter had to get his possessions back even if it was the last thing he would do.

Food is the most tedious task of the day, and it often occupies your mind at all times, especially in your sleep. Waking up in the dark, cold corner of Herman Ave, I find myself lying down under a tree confused by my surroundings. In a panic, my feet jump to touch the ground trying to search for a familiar sight. Once all the memories from the night before immerge, I recall not eating for the past two days and that has brought short -term memory loss every time I awake. I feel my body eating itself from the inside, and I muster the strength to walk to the corner of a 711 gas station to beg for change. Dozens of people walk pass me and give me a smug face and stare at me as if I were a foreign animal in a cage—out on display for their amusement. Two hours pass before I collect enough money to purchase a ninety-nine cent doughnut. After satisfying my hunger, I go to my favorite location where I search for food—a subway shop on Vasco Road. Thinking back to two hours ago, I wondered why I didn’t initially come to this location instead of showcasing myself at 711; my brain must have lacked oxygen. The walk from 711 to Subway is minimal; it took (takes) me one minute to arrive. I look inside the sandwich shop to reassure myself that there is only one employee working, and I dash to

The addiction I chose to write about this week is a food addiction/compulsive eating. A food addiction is obsessive-compulsive relationship people have with food. Eating food is both vital and important in our everyday lives to give our bodies the nutrients, vitamins and calories that it needs. “Compulsive overeating, also referred to as food addiction, is characterized by an obsessive-compulsive relationship to food” (Karim, 2012, p. 7, para. 2). When people overeat, they engage in episodes of uncontrolled eating and will often find themselves consuming so much food just to feel comfortably full. Compulsive overeaters usually eat even if they are not hungry. People who have a food addiction have excessive thoughts about food that consumes

It was an average day for the Jones family of Rockroad Drive. Laura and Billy Mr. and Mrs. Jones’s two youngest children were playing Soccer outside while their older sister Anna was in her room practicing her gymnastics and writing a new song for her band, The Galactic Wonders, to play at the upcoming school dance. Mr. Jones was downstairs watching the Dallas Cowboys on their flat screen television while Mrs. Jones was outside watching Laura and Billy play Soccer helping keep score when all of a sudden they heard a humongous squeal from Anna’s room. Mr. Jones ran up the steps as fast as he could to only find out that she had fallen off her bed while practicing her back tuck for gymnastics class and had probably broken her arm in

It was the middle of June in 1996. Annie Bauer was a freshman at Hastings High School. She had three friends from school over to her farm for a little get together in the shop. This was very common for the Bauers to have friends over since the Bauer home was a good safe place for friends to hang out, that way the parents would not have to worry. Annie’s friend Jake had to be home at 10:00 p.m. Janna, Annie’s other friend, was responsible for bringing Jake home but wanted to stay back with her boyfriend Steve. Instead of starting an argument with Janna, Annie volunteered to take Jake home. Annie, Katie, and Jake all got into Annie’s brother’s 1993 Buick LeSabre which was in perfect condition since it was only three years old. The interior had

Corin's Pov~ After I stormed out of my room at the pack docters went outside and found the truck that had my things in it and drove back to my guest house. these people really need to learn not to leave their keys in their vehicles. I mean how dumb do you have to be... if you leave your keys in your vehicle then your just asking for it to be taken.

Everything started early October 2012. I just turned eleven, and I was reclining on the porch in the middle of the night with my then sixteen-year-old brother. He offered me a “hit” of his cigarette and I feel victim to the bitter burning in my lungs. Three years later, I was isolated on a frigid night. I drove my heel into the marshy soil, planting my inimical habit, and burying my burdens. I wouldn’t allow anything to control me from that point on.

I opened the door of my small house and walked out. I remind myself what I'm supposed to be doing, my mother's words resounding in my brain. "Take out the trash and come straight back. Snow falls down on the streets of Poland, and the brisk cold of the the wind hits me in the face like a slap. My fingers went numb within my thin gloves, but I try to ignore the throbbing sting and walk on. I continue down the alley to where the trash was- or where I thought the trash dump was. I see a chalk board on one the walls on the building. I'm drawn to it, bypassing the scattered array of missing children signs without a thought crossing my 7 year old mind. The board was filled with names- Ada, Antoni, Yolonda. Some were written in a sloppy print, while

I heard soft footsteps coming for my door. Knock, knock. “Come in,” I sighed. My mom opened the door and walked over to my bed. I could smell her sweet perfume, and was overwhelmed with a feeling of content. “Madison, my cell phone is out of minutes for the month and I need to call somebody about an ad on craigslist. It won’t be long, sweetheart.” Tony always paid her phone bill, and they were on the same contract. My feeling of content faded into disappointment. I argued with my mom for a short moment, and soon realized it was not worth it. I handed over my shiny, yet beat up purple flip phone. Mom, looking a little guilty, strolled out of my room. I decided to follow her so that I could help myself to some dinner. Holding my phone in her hand, my mom, almost skipping, made it down the stairs and out the front door in record time. “Why is she going outside to make a phone call?” I asked myself. I searched the fridge and the cupboards for any sign of food that actually looked good to me. I didn’t find anything, so I huffed to myself and turned out of the deserted kitchen and back up the stairs. Instead of going into my dreadfully boring room, I walked into my sister’s room. “Madison, what the hell? Why don’t you ever knock?” Sydnie asked, accusingly. “I’m sorry,” I wasn’t sorry, “I just can’t find anything to eat and I’m bored. And Mom is outside on the phone with some person about something. My phone.” Syd squinted at me with her soft blue eyes through her freshly dyed black hair and her heavy dark eyeliner. She had been busy typing away on the Acer laptop she’d gotten for Christmas months before. She took her eyes off me and focused back onto the screen of her laptop. I stood there in her doorway sluggishly for minutes before she finally lifted herself out of her twin size bed and made her way through her messy room. I can’t remember a time when Sydnie’s room was clean. She

They got too the park around 3:00 pm and they are having a good time until around 4:00pm when a white van comes out of nowhere. Briana is the first to notice the van and gathers all of the kids together and tells Ramyah, Stefany too help her walk home with the littles kids. But the little kids whined and whined and Briana told them too suck it up and start walking. By the time they were at the entrance gate the van pulled up beside them. The men jumped out and grabbed all of the kids including Briana, Ramyah, and Stefany and put them in the van. They screamed and shouted for help but that

When my brother and I were waiting for our parents to pick us up we saw Jack causing some trouble for some other kid. “Hey fatty, hand over some food,” said Jack “I know you have some, you're too fat to not.” “Go away,” said the other kid. My brother told me “Stay here, I'll go sort things out.” He went over there and said, “What’s going on here?” “None of your business” Jack replied, “Bullying another student is against the rules,” my brother said “Fine” replied Jack. I saw my mom’s car so I yelled to my brother “Mom’s here!” and we left.

     I haven’t adapted to society since then. I walk and write my thoughts in a red wrinkled journal I keep in my backpack that a carry everywhere. I have come to the fact of not caring about many things. I go to Safeway and fill my pockets full of donuts with sprinkles, which are my favorite, and proceed to walk out not caring if someone stops me. They wont throw me in jail for donuts and if they did it wont change anything it is just another place to add to my journal.