2002 deaths

The Dream Once there was a girl and her name was Catherine. Catherine is 13 years old and ever since she was little she would have the same dream once a year every year. Catherine would tell people about her dream but anyone she told either thought she made it up or thought she was crazy. Until one day when she met her now friend Gabbie. When Catherine got to know Gabbie more she told Gabbie about her dream and Gabbie actually believed her. Some time in the month of November Catherine was terrified

The book, Who Moved My Cheese? is a short story by Dr. Spencer Johnson. I related to the lessons from this book. A few of those lessons include; change is inevitable and change happens. What we let this change do to us how one responds to this change will either get us cheese or not. How change will help us grow if we allow experiences to teach us or how we can lose hope if we let change keep us down. It reminds me how fear has a way of either pushing us to succeed or holding us back to fail

There was approximately 586 miles between me and the place I was meant to be. Reno the land where either your dreams come true or they come to die. I had tried so hard not to go, the journey was hard but worth it. My Mother and Father were the ones that helped me get to where I am. My father packed all my of my belongings for the journey to the dreamland. The plan was to leave in the morning, little did we know there was so much we could not pack for, this was also a mental trip. In the morning

There is always that one person that you have that knows all of your secrets, shares all of your jokes, listens to all of your gossip and is simply someone you can call your best friend. I live with that person, or at least I used to. Her name is Allison, my sister and my best friend. Looking back at every single memory I have, she is there in some form or fashion. She is there holding my hand my first day of preschool, wearing the same jean jacket as I because our mom loved it when we matched. She

I am not worried about my social life I don’t care what people think of me. Since I been in machine trades I have been coming to school in dirty clothes and not really caring. They can judge me, I am not worried about my social life. If you don’t like me for who I am, sorry I disappointed you. I chose this because my dad once said “I am not worried about my social life, I am worried about my eternal life.” He is not worried about his social life, he doesn’t have time for one because he is a pastor

One early morning thirteen years ago, my parents had gone off to go to work. I would be upstairs watching Zoboomafoo in my room and I could hear the door slam shut from my room on the second floor. It was a couple of weeks before I had started my first day in Kindergarten. My uncle Francisco, who was nineteen years old, was taking care of my little brother Luis, who was two, and I; I was five years old. Once my parents would step out the door it all began. My uncle would start acting really immature

So it was there sitting around this long medieval table. Macbeth ", hallucination." Lady Macbeth, trying to hide her relationship with this whole issue. I, holding him together, but dying almost on hold, enjoying the wine with my cup, shows the situation in a nutshell. Macbeth is not hallucinogenic He sees the ghosts is more real than reality, but, of course, that woman defamed him, keeping in mind the specific crime, who wants to know if the boy is telling the truth? Then all the fingers will be

My cousin, Deja Hiserote, is my best friend; she lives down the road from me in Red Scaffold, which is in the middle of nowhere. The town where I go to school and where all my other friends, Dupree, is nearly fifty miles from my house. To get to Red Scaffold, you have to go down south of Dupree on Cherry Creek Road; about halfway to Red Scaffold the road begins to curve first one way and then the other and you have to be very careful because it is a gravel road and you might find yourself in the

First time? No. Last time? Possibly. The rays of July sun pound down, scorching my pale flesh, but I don’t feel it. Fear augments inside me; unsure my limits, I persist. The lake gleamed in the bright mountain sunshine, which would have been warm if not for the breeze, yet all the campers are still full of joy. All except me. I stripp off my towel, revealing my pale, goose-bump ridden skin and a thin black bathing suit. My mom is staring out at the lake, the shining sun hitting her sunscreen smudged

Growing up going to a Christian school it taught me a lot about the person I wanted to be a have now become. Experiencing life and incorporating the morales from the past is the biggest challenge of all. I felt like I always had faith as I have always believed in a higher power than myself. Living life through the lens of watching everyone you ever knew such as your parents, grandparents, exes and so forth all pass away; left me with confusion, frustration and more importantly I felt abandoned. I