Essay on Winter

I would constantly annoy people due to my excessive apologizing. This fervor of guilt would culminate into me apologizing for apologizing, which would then leave me feeling guilty due to bothering people with all my apologizing. To me, minor offenses such as cursing and lying seemed grave enough for the death sentence, so

Katie's bottom lip trembled. I can't help this! I wish I could just be normal! I never asked for this!

comes walkin' out of the darkness - how am I supposed to know who he was?

“YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! I HATE YOU!” she interrupted me. She stomped into her room. She’s lucky there was nothing within my arm’s reach or I would’ve--

"Can't you just sit somewhere else?" He said. Okay this guy was pissing me off. Well, he didn’t really do anything wrong, but when you have as short of a temper as I do, it doesn’t take

“I’m sorry Mommy, I promise I won’t do it again. Please forgive me.” this was all I could say. I had no excuse for my actions.

At first, I was in what might best be called shock, and then, after time had expired, I walked over to our bench and my shock turned to anger. I didn't know what to do. I didn't confront him physically or verbally, because I feared my anger might get the best of me. That wouldn't bode well for me, since I'm not exactly Muhammed Ali. In the end, I just went into the locker room without saying a word. I never really have put this behind me. I'm not saying that I am

I was walking around until I spotted him. The old guy was staring at a bunch of old t.v's. Here goes nothing. I sighed and ran towards him.

I snapped back into reality and opened my door. I stepped out into the narrow hallway, and I rested my hand on the door knob. The door was almost closed when I had a sudden urge to sneak one last glance at my room. Not being able to let go of my room, I cracked the door open again. My eyes rested on the skeleton of the room, and I gently closed the door.

She edged her body along the wall trying to keep from frightening it further and eased downstairs to open

Now looking back I found out what I did wrong. I got mad because I did not have waffles that morning. I realized that day that nothing is worse than do something wrong and showing it the wrong way. Your actions are what counts not your words. Actions speak louder than words always. I believe everyone should know

“I have more work to do,” I tell him, making it clear his presence is annoying me.

I can’t explain why he never lashed out at me. Or how he continued to place my unworthy breakfast on the table after avoiding him for so many weeks. It made me angry. I wanted to fight him and for him to fight me back harder. But he never did.

He ran to the boy and put a hand on his shoulder. The noise got louder as the boy rolled over to face him. The boy's messy silver bangs hid his eyes partially, but he could still see that his eyes were also silver. The boy blinked and and wiped his hair out of his eyes. His pupils were thin and cat like and there were faint orange rings in and around them. His eyes focused on Travis and the sound stopped.

While all the season have their ups and downs, each season gives off its own tone to me. Let’s start off with my least favorite season: winter. The cold temperature of winter always reminds me of when I got hit in the head with a golf club. It was a warm summer day in mid-August. The smell of pollen and honey floated through the air; the smell was so thick, I could taste it. The bright sun blared down on me, and I could feel the intense heat radiating from it. The sound of birds chirping up in the thick green tree, and a light breeze blowing was all I could hear. Everything was peaceful until out of nowhere, one of my friends screams, “Look out!” just in time for me to turn around and see a golf club come barreling towards my face. I had no time to move, because within an instant, I was on the ground holding my forehead. This experience reminds me of winter because the transition from fall to winter comes faster than a speeding bullet train. The cold especially reminds me of this, because whenever I step outside from the warm comforts of my home; I always feel a blast of frigid cold air on my face. The only good part about winter would be the joy of Christmas, days out of school from snow, and getting to spend time with my family.