Auburn Council

I heard footsteps coming closer from the white newly polished hall across the room. My hands are shaking, I’m sweating from my forehead down. I’m as nervous as I could and will ever be. Is school finally over or, is it a teacher coming to give us more work? Even worse is the principal coming? Hopefully, if I’m lucky it’s just a student coming back from the filthy, smelly, gross bathroom. Oh, thank god it’s just Ellie, my best friend. We've been besties since preschool. She has blonde hair, brown

I lay on the wet cold floor. The chains around my ankles burned, I could see the blood mixing with the water. Freya was leaned up against the wall still asleep. How did I get here? We’ll  get to that, let’s start with maybe a year ago. I was a normal 8th grader, decent grades, I lived in New York City on 5th street, my mother had died when I was four, I didn’t know why at the time ,but it wasn’t good. I lived with my Aunt Cara and her sister, Aunt Joanna. My father. Had left when I was born. Let’s

this, Jackson rose up from nothing with no more than his natural athletic and arguable academic ability. He excelled at not one, but three sports in high school: track and field, baseball, and football. Straight out of high school, Jackson attended Auburn University, and from there his success took on a snowball effect. All the while, Jackson never let the fame get to his head; he never forgot his roots.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Lexie looked at the clock, alarmed at what she saw. It was 6:30 and she has overslept her alarms. She jumped out of bed, throwing all her blankets on the ground and ran into the ice cold, frigid shower giving it no time to warm up. Even though she was hurrying, she was not looking forward to another school day. When she got out she brushed her dark brown hair, which took a half an hour to dry because of its long length. She then got dressed first putting on her dark blue, holy,

The wind blew with a vengeance that night. It entered every window frame and crevice of the old farmhouse. The rickety, rotting boards, that held the sad excuse for a house together, seemed to sing an unbearably heartrending song as they creaked, and the bone chilling wind crept into the house, numbing our stiff bodies. All four of us were huddled together by the somewhat functioning fireplace in the old abandoned farm house. We had been on the run for four days. Our parents, friends and family were

A young man with slick brown hair and an annoyed expression stood in the natural lighted kitchen. The walls were painted with a calm beige, and a steel black oven sat in front of him. He spoke in an annoyed tone. “Hey Jake do you mind telling me why you got this oven from Portugal?! I can’t read the instructions you dimwit!” A blonde headed clumsy teenager, that went by the name of Jake, turned. “They said it was a good oven. It’s top of the line.” The young man facepalmed, “You’re so gullible

I was five years old when I realized that my sister and I were very similar. There were physical similarities that had my sister and I could be mistaken for twins, but we often acted very different. I could not fathom at the time how my sister and I could in any way be similar, due to the differences in our personalities. Sure, we looked alike, blond hair, and blue eyes like our dad. We were tall and both active. We resembled each other, certainly, but to our eyes we couldn't be more different. My

In literature, physical descriptions are used to explain or represent stereotypes, personality traits the character has or different themes in the book. In the Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini, Hosseini describes all the characters physical descriptions in ways to symbolize how they connect with the story and the real-life history behind the setting of the story. The first example of this that I am going to mention is Hassan's minor Cleft Lip. In the beginning of the story, when Amir is describing

Entering the cafeteria, I was thoroughly surprised at how familiar everything seemed. Bustling students flooded the tables, swarming each other in hopes of sharing tales of summer fun. I, however, most likely stuck out like a sore thumb. When everyone has been friends since childhood, I was just returning from three years overseas. A heavy weight suddenly draped across my shoulders, and I look up to see Clark hovering over me with a goofy grin. Being my twin brother, Clark was always been my closest

Parvana and I are similar in many ways. Parvana and I are alike because we both have a little sister and an even younger brother. Everyday Parvana and I play with them and watch them. I think that Parvana and I could be very good friends if we knew each other. Parvana and I are also alike because we are the same age. Parvana and I are both eleven years old. One last reason that Parvana and I are like is that we can both read. Parvana used to go to school, but her school was bombed. Now Parvana's