Choosing friends

cracks. “Boba,” She looked at me and spoke with a serious tone, “We’re not going to die. Stop thinking that. We are going to win this and return home.” I didn’t respond. I knew Fora was right, heck, she was always right. Fora and I had been best friends for as long as I can remember and she was always the motherly type of person. Fora always knew the right thing to say and the right time to say it. And somehow she could always make everything better. General Howe had offered to forgive all the

The Mysterious Library 1978, March 21st. That was the last day Bethany Winston had enjoyed her day, went to bed happy and got a good night's sleep. The last day her mother was alive. She was four years old when her mother died, and her life had never been the same. Even after twelve years. Bethany remembered the day as if this horrible time had been yesterday. Her dad had picked her up from kindergarten early, driving her home without speaking a single word. Not the usual ‘how was school today

"So bright!" "Wake up!" My dad yells as he pulls the curtains out. He let the bright light blind me. "Your friend is downstairs, you're such a heavy sleeper." "Give me 5 minutes! just 5 minutes and I'll be done!" I yelled back at my dad. Before I walked downstairs, I grabbed some toast and reached for the

was as if no sea animals lived down there. On the sand, sat a kid, named Marc, who just wanted to make something out of his life. Beside of him sat Crystal, who was in love with Marc, but did not know how to tell him. These two kids had been best friends since birth, and had grown up together living down the street from one another. Together they sat enjoying the cool ocean breeze, and pondering over their endless thoughts. “Marc, you need to hurry up! We leave for the beach in an hour, and you

MY PAST I was born in North Carolina. I wasn’t born in Wisconsin because when my dad fought, he trained down in North Carolina before he went to war. Shortly after I was born, we moved to Wisconsin because that’s where all my family was. We moved into a house for about eight months while we looked for a different house. Than we moved into my old house. My parents always knew that wasn’t going to be our forever home. When I was ten or eleven, we sold our house and moved into my grandma's house for

someone had to ruin our fantasy. “I know where to go,” my mom exclaimed. “MACY’s!” We walked towards the huge building. MACY’s, I thought, looking at the bright red letters that were right in front of me, OOH! What fun. I looked over at Aashna, my best friend, who too was rolling her eyes. “Not again…” I heard her whisper. Her mom turned around. “Come on guys, it’s not that bad, you’re overreacting.” she exclaimed, followed with a soft laugh. My mom laughed along too. “Ready for 3 hours of doing absolutely

without my family. I love them more than the planet itself! My family is the apple of my eye, a huge part of my life, the key to my heart! There is no other way to describe their importance than that. On the average day, I used to carpool with my best friend home, in a silver vehicle, either a van, or a car. We would drop her off in her small, but beautiful apartment, where anybody could notice the brouhaha of children from ages 6-14, dashing through the lush green grass and elegant pink-and-white flower

I’m Kellie Clarkson I have an amazing life, ok I meant to say had. I had a best friend, family, friends, and even my own killer haha but I don’t have anyone now because of October 13th the night everything went away. I hope you’re not like everyone else and think I’m crazy just sit back and enjoy as I tell you about my crazy life. It all started when I woke up I looked out my window to a stranger staring at me I rubbed my eyes and poof he was gone so I thought I was seeing stuff and carried on with

describes him as “the least tough” of her characters “yet the strongest of her narrators.” Tex is a happy and cheerful young teenager. He leads a simple life in rural Oklahoma. He enjoys riding his horse Negrito and spending time with Johnny (his best friend). His

told, the abode of gods. It is not possible to conceive gods inhabiting a land which is made hideous by the smoke and the din of mill chimneys and factories. (Misra 61) Narayan reproduces the same spirit and heritage of ancient India in Swami and Friends. To countercheck the proliferation of industrialization and technology, Gandhi suggested novel methods and means. He opines: I believe that independent India can only discharge her duty towards a groaning world by adopting a simple but ennobled life