A Little Bit

Hunter, my twin sister 's boyfriend, walking away from me. I was making my way towards him; pushing people out of my way. I was on a mission to get my sister so we can get home before my parents did. I knew Jessi , my party loving that loves to get a little tipsy twin, and Hunter, her alcoholic boyfriend, had a few drinks because they went right to the table full of them. So, I knew that I, being the responsible twin that I am, will have to drag her away from the party. When I got to where I saw Hunter

finished my attention getter and the rest of my introduction I resided back to behind the computer where I went into full manuscript mode. Throughout my three main points and conclusion, I stood behind the computer and read my outline word for word with little no hand gestures. For example, Through my whole second point of “The Internet and Big Game Guiding” I did look up once and I kept my feet planted. Another area I would like to improve on is to properly address my sources of information in oral footnotes

stick with us. I had been liking it so far, but then in fifth grade, everything changed. When I was in fifth grade, I wasn’t really friends with anyone. The only people I knew was this guy I PREVIOUSLY had a crush on and Myra. I only knew Myra a little bit because we talked a minuscule amount in fourth grade. When the year started out, I had to make new friends. I also wanted to try a sport that year instead of just girl scouts. I talked to a few people and narrowed my choices down to either skating

Stuck?” Then right when he was about to answer the cart went down at a 90° angle the roller coaster went around and around and when the picture came we did a pose and It was really successful there was more loops and the cart went underground for a little bit. Then the cart slowed down I was sad because the ride was so fun. I told my dad, “I want to

our house to hang out with my older siblings. One day she had come over to our house to have some entertainment. My older siblings had decided that it would be a wonderful day jump on the trampoline. There was wonderful weather outside. It was a little past noon, and the sun was high in the sky. It shone brightly on the four trees outside of the house. The leaves on the trees were bright green and there were several pale green hedgeapples poking out through them. The grass was a bright green as

people are told what to do by a little remote. So they meet up to plan more about to overrule the government that is the 2 plan but there 1 plan is to tell people about what the government is doing. But the government does not know yet but they find out a little about what they were planning. But they what to know everything there is about there new plan. But she can’t find out what all there is about it. So she tries again but she get a little bit of what they are planning.

bad that a tree branch had fallen on it and put a hole through the roof. My mother was up getting ready for work while my little sister, Faithllyn, and I was getting ready for school. After getting ready for school mom, Tyler, and I grabbed ourselves coffee and we all had breakfast together. It was a good start to the day; however, after eating, we all cleaned up a little bit and got ready to leave. Mom headed off to work while Faithllyn and I headed to

house one time and she was continuously doing chores as I was there because nothing had been done all week due to her and her mom being busy. Her dad had offered to do some of the chores so that we can hang out for a little bit, but she declined his offer because she “only had a little bit more to do”. It was a half an hour later when she had gotten done. About 15 minutes later, she started to get her mom’s bag ready for work at eleven o’clock at night along with getting coffee ready for her mother just

When I became “serious” about writing poetry around the age of fifteen, I thought it was only a matter of time before I was discovered for the genius I was. My example was Rimbaud, the visionary French poet, discovered in his teens, celebrated by the literati of his time, some of whom -- literally -- fell in love with him; one of them even shot him in a pique of passion. Rimbaud’s light burned bright, he took Paris by storm, seized his world and made it his oyster, set it on fire, and painted it

phone down when the smell of French Toast hit my nose. The waiter set my food down with a napkin with his number on it. "What does that napkin say?" Jack asked me with a little