Bell County

I moved to United Sates of America when I was fourteen years old. It’s not my first time visit to America; I did visit many times before. I used to spend my Christmas break at my cousins place in Austin. During my 9th grade summer Holidays my parents decided to move me to America for my higher studies. It was just me who moved not my parents. I was kind of scared. I had to leave my childhood friends, and I have never been away from my parents. At the same time I was excited to live with my grandparents

“who so well knew the nature of my soul.” The language is ripe with religious overtones. The action implies a death march, a procession to death designed to avenge insults suffered by Montresor and his ancestors. The drinking of wine, the ringing of bells, and the lighting of candles are all part of Montresor’s “black mass”. Fortunado, the unwittingly victim, becomes the sacrifice in a wholly un-Christian ceremony. Poe carefully selects language that resounds of sacramental rites. Montresor admits that

I woke up to the sun poking up from the horizon. My eyes adjusting to morning they are still tired and so am I. I looked around, my two brothers and sister are still in all in a deep sleep. So I yelled at them to wake up. “Get up it's a school day” with my cracky morning voice. They crawl out of bed like zombies from their grave. I grab my uniform. I put on my stockings and plaid skirt first, then my black shirt. “Can you braid my hair” my sister Ivy mumbles “Sure thing,” I say immediately back

The bell was going to ring. In my mind, I counted 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. RIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG! The teacher yelled, “ Guys, don’t leave yet. First push in your chairs and then line up at the door to be dismissed.” I quickly pushed in my chair and dashed to the front door. I looked to see if there were any balls in the ball bin, but sadly there were none. It was a cloudy day, so today we would have to play Knights Quest. The game was fun, but starting to become a little repetitive. It

It all began with a simple phone call one Monday night after dinner. Lorenzo, my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Alex, and he sounds anxious.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was curious, I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure adventure with Alex. Thirty minutes later, however, Alex’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Alex was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing

shoulder. Students were quickly filling the hallways, a mob beginning to tear down the walls, making it difficult to see beyond my own two feet. You see, I've come to the conclusion that no matter how quickly I race out of class at the sound of the bell, I always will get caught in the crowd. It's inevitable. Everyone is always packing themselves into the halls, with no consideration for others, leaving little to no space to get by. I don’t know if it's the sound of their obnoxious laughter or the

flip out, I just held it all in and started to listen as the teacher talked. My skin went hot and red. I just wanted to go back home. I sat in my seat and listened as the teacher talked, trying hard not to make any eye contact, then it happened, the bell rang it was lunchtime, the other worst possible thing that could happen, I didn’t know where to sit, I hadn’t made any friends. I went to the cafe and let my eyes gaze over the people that were there. Then I heard, “Jeff, over here,” the thing that

It was that jolly time of the year again and of course Stan and Roger were arguing over who would be on the naughty list. If it were up to me, they would both be on it. Every year I go through the same thing, my older siblings always fighting over the most trivial and ridiculous things. They usually leave me alone because I’m so much younger and have never done anything to bother them. “KLAUS!” My mother yelled my name from downstairs. I rushed downstairs and asked my mother what was amiss. “Klaus

Hugo Munoz-Escalera Schachat English 1A 2 November 2017 The Mission Inn Walking the streets through Downtown Riverside, it’s hard to miss the giant castle-esque structure that takes up an entire city block. The Mission Inn’s Spanish architecture and lush green variety of trees and bushes can be seen from a mile away. Taking an aerial view of Downtown Riverside allows one to see what sets this entire city block apart. The tops of every building that make up the Inn are colored a foreign maroon red

decided to sleep during this time. During the last ten minutes of class students watched a video about the muscles. Fred’s friend lightly hit him to wake him up. He spent the last few minutes watching and packing his backpack. The bell rung, he yelled bye and jetted down the hall. After lunch seems to be a very active time for students, as was demonstrated by Fred. Fred entered his first class after lunch with a lot of energy. During his class he had a hard time