Cellar door

The high school that I was in gave me an interesting experience. I was able to learn and experience different lessons with in my high school. Three of those life lessons that I went through are when my school was placed on lockdown, another experience is a club that I joined which helped really mature. Finally the other experience I faced in high school was that some of my friends that I had wanted me to join them in some bad situations but I kept myself out of those situations. The first interesting

misfortune, I walk over to my door, stumbling from the mess on the floor, and twist the handle. Just to my luck, the door wouldn’t open. I pulled and twisted, but the door wouldn’t budge. Somehow I had managed to lock myself in my room. “Mom!” I called as loud as I could, “ My door is locked.” I didn’t necessarily need to scream it that loud seeing as we live in an apartment, but I was getting very frustrated. The next thing that I heard was my mom rushing to the door. “How did you manage to lock

Cody stated that Janet Wall that works at Yantis Food Mart asked Barbara and him to check on her husband because she had not been able to get a hold of him on the phone. Cody continued to state that when he arrived at the residence he knocked on the door but nobody would answer. So they returned to the Yantis Food Mart to advise Janet that nobody would answer and asked her if it would be okay to go

as I glanced at her through the cracks of the closet door. She threw my covers back and slammed her knees to floor as she screamed out for me. I had to cup my hands over my mouth to conceal my laughter. My mother was a stickler for me answering whenever she called. She hated to have to call out to me once and even more than that, she hated to have to come find me. After she rummaged through my room, she moved towards the closet and threw the door open so hard, that

2016, the most nerve racking day of my life was approaching. This was the day after Woodbury High School's three day volleyball tryouts, and I had to wait two terrible hours to see if I had been cut or made a team. The teams would be posted on the doors inside the activity entrance of WHS at 12 o'clock sharp. Previously, the three days of tryouts lasted four hours each, it was held on four courts that felt as though you were in the sahara desert when playing. The courts ranged from beginner to advanced

out of the truck, straightened up his clothes before noticing a woman sitting in the BMW and recognized her. When she started to open the door, he went toward the car to open the door as he thought a gentleman should, and reached for the door handle. Quickly she pushed the door open almost knocking him down, she screamed, “You damned moron, don’t touch that door!” Grabbing the side of her car to keep from falling on the concrete, he asked, “What do you think you are you doing here?” “You will soon

I entered the Sixteenth District Police Station through a revolving door made of plexiglass and a metallic pole. The first thing I observed was the front desk; stretched from the far left to the far right of the rectangular lobby; the desk looked as if it was made of some kind of hard plastic. Four officers (three male, one female) were sitting at the desk wearing blue-collared shirts with brass name tags on the left and badges on the right side of their shirts with dark navy blue pants and a belts

OPENING I roughly wipe the tears from my face. My vision is blurry and confusing although I can locate the broken glass scattered across the floor. I search my pockets for a cigarette, I grab it and light it. I sink it between my teeth as I feel the infuriating tears slowly fall from my eyes. Even though I am unable to look at my surroundings, I know exactly where I am. I am sitting in the middle of an old, rough, isolated building. As I’m sitting on the floor I notice cuts covering my arms releasing

*Wheeze wheeze wheeze* Dalton looks around frantically. All he sees in the head lights of nearby cars. He looks back and runs forward without stopping. Wait let’s start this from beginning. Dalton Bellevue was a normal man, he was at work one day in the same old gray and boring cubicle with the cat hanging from the tree with the caption “hang in there”, like always until one day he was working on the computer and his boss, Jimmy Kregg, called his name. “Dalton get in here now.” Dalton stood up,

the world something like this can even happen. Believe it or not, but a broken garage door spring is actually quite common. After some time, it’s natural for a garage door spring to break. They get a lot of wear and time. A garage door replacement is just one of those maintenance things, so try not to get too upset. If this happens to you, here’s what you should do. 1. Get The Garage Door Open Doing a garage door repair is all fine and good, but first you need to focus on how you are going to remove