We Were Outside The Park Waiting For Deborah

“What is this?” He asked Hector slowly, examining his hand with the new piece of jewelry attached to it “what does it do?”

About one hundred years before settlers came to America, the native tribes in what is now upper New York were at war. A man named Hiawatha, not to be confused with the Hiawatha in Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's famous poem, stepped forward as a spokesman and asked for the tribes to make peace with each other. Over time, the Iroquois Confederation, or Iroquois Confederacy, was formed by the Onondagas, the Mohawks, the Oneidd, the Cayugas, and the Senecas. Another tribe, the Tuscaroras, joined later. The Confederacy worked very differently from the monarchies back in Europe. For example, leaders were chosen by the people, rather than being born into their station or marrying into it. A leader's purpose was to serve their people, in contrast to

In my senior year i've had lots of experience in leadership as I am a Section Leader in my band and im the president of Key club a student lead service based organization that is focused on improving out school and community. An example of my leadership role is that as a section leader I was responsible for teaching incoming freshmen the ropes about marching band. There was a particular difficult freshman who was joining band. This young girl was very shy and did not really interact with others. Many of the other section leaders had tried to encourage her yet she only seemed to brush them off. They were ready to give up on her but I could see that she wanted to care about band but didn't know how to show it because she was so shy. I decided

“No. She talked about some underground railroad, but didn’t tell me where she was headed.”

Lush red and orange leaves touched by morning dew fill the limbs of an old Oak tree, rustling as the wind slowly made her way by, teasing the edges of the leaves and tempting them to come with her. The weaker ones went, not realizing their fate, twirling in her presence, following as far as they could manage in the air, encased in feelings of happiness and freedom. Soon, however, the wind died down; causing the leaves to drop and crumble onto the ground. They couldn't express their feelings of remorse so they crumbled in on themselves, shutting out the wind. She came back at times, and some fell for it, the ones that hadn't learned their lesson, they followed her again. Each that did, were ripped to pieces. The tree, in the end, had been robbed.

Once they were there, the quarter-mile trek to their place had to be made. It was a small, circular clearing in the cone-bearing woods. The area around the fire pit was dirt, for safety reasons. On the outskirts of the copper-colored dirt were five large, round logs arranged in a circle for sitting. Just a few feet beyond the logs, the forest began again in copious amounts of vegetation and growth, like an untamed lion. That night’s weather was just right. The cool air was

“I’ll think about it,” I replied. I left the dock. When I got home Mary was worried. She

She took a quick look around the last turn before the main street that led to the school. She noticed several boys and girls in the alleyways on both sides of the narrow street. It looked as if every class at her school, several young ladies and even her teacher waited for her in ambush. She ducked back before they could see her, hiked up her dress, and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her in the opposite direction of the angry mob. She didn’t stop until she had found the forest path that she needed and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard no one in pursuit. The forest surroundings felt different for some reason and it frightened her. It had a forbidding feel to it this dawn like she had never felt in the past.

“Where will I go when you aren’t here?” Sarah said, her voice breaking a little.

We snuck in quietly, and I tensed when I saw Cristy Pines waiting on the counters. She looked like she just got in a fight with a bear with her messy hair and dark stains on her clothes. I wondered what they were and tried to get closer, but then I saw something that made me stop right in the middle of my tracks. Diary, you are probably wondering what it was because I have told you so much already, so I will now explain what I saw and what I did after I saw it.

There are many questions that most people have no answer to. What is your favorite food? What is your favorite song? What is the most memorable place you’ve traveled is a difficult question for Mr. Asato, who has been to seemingly everywhere on earth. “I have many special memories of incredible places that I hold dear to my heart.” He has a certain memory for each of his travels, but the one travel that left the biggest impact on him was his trek to the Mountainous Village in Hinterland Japan.

Silver flashes whiz through the trees, implanting themselves into the wood around us. The winding path blurs in front of me, the airs smells like a mixture of fruit and freshly burned gunpowder. Like soap against stone, my clammy, sweaty hands struggle to grip my little sister’s. She’s stopped wailing now, but I can sense her fear from her bulging veins pressed against my hands. This is it, this is the end.

“Nah, you know, Josh, I’m not all that into just staying here.” She gave the impression that she wanted to go.

The sunless sky covered the woods over the treetops which created a canopy over my head. The crimson and auburn foliage was a magnificent sight, as this was the season known as Fall. There was a gentle breeze, creating the single sound of rustling leaves. The leaves appeared as though they were dying to fall out of the tree and join their companions on the forest floor. Together with pine needles and other flora the leaves formed a thick springy carpet for me to walk upon.

A chilled breeze caused my hair to stand up on end, so I peek over my shoulder to see the window in my bedroom door open. The blue, polka-dotted whipped around violently but I couldn 't hear the sounds of a strong wind. Huh, could have sworn I 'd closed that. . . I spring to my feet and shiver as I step across the cold floor toward my room. On my tip-toes, I pull the screen down to shut it and take a minute to stare out the window. The moon cast a dim light over the small town, illuminating only the fronts of houses and the tip of trees, abandoning all else to darkness. A light fog danced in the distance and I smiled thinking how perfect it looked on Halloween 's night. I looked down from the top floor one last time then tugged the curtains shut.