Crying

that window, go upstairs and go back to your room. All of a sudden, Ariana got so mad at Agatha, she went running upstairs and slammed the door. When the door got slammed, a million trees could have fallen. Who knows? After that, Ariana started crying like she was a baby who was lost through hundreds of people. She was feeling so sad and mad at the same time. Ariana had been sad, because she had to be in this horrible place, and she could not be with her parents. Ariana had been mad, because she

She put a slash of black ink over the 4th day of August on the calendar. She was worried. She was scared. Her name was Queen Adelina of France. The queen’s long blonde hair swayed from side to side as she walked to the window sill of the castle’s turret. She gazed over the great town of Alsace. In the distance, Queen Adelina noticed a black horse wandering among the vast planes. The queen was pacing around the turret, biting her fingernails. She peered down to the grand doors of the great castle

The Scarlet Ibis Returns I had killed him. I pulled his limp body into my arms in the midst of the strong, pulsing rain. Throwing my body over his, I tried to protect him from the violently slashing rain. Hardly remembering anything after Doodle’s death, weeks passed; I was numb. I had no emotion; felt nothing, and until school started, I couldn’t tell just how much time had passed. When I started school, the rumors were flying around like bats from an attic. I could almost fell the acquisitions

and cries into the empty valley, echoing. And one after another, more police officers swarmed me like moths to a light, tackling me, restraining me against my own will. Now pinned, the dry blood on my hands, I silently laid there, not knowing I was crying fat, salty tears down my cheeks. Rocks and pebbles dug into my dried skin, a shriek of pain rumbled in my throat. You couldn’t see past the tree next to the camper. The sky was so dark, almost like a never-ending void. Swirling into stars and the

I walk through the grass by my tribe land. It’s warm like any other day. I carry my wet furs to the fireside and set them up to dry. “Daughter!” my mother yells from our home. “Yes Mama?” I yell back. “Could you run to Westway? I need some blueberries for your brother.” She says. “Yes Mama I can.” I say unenthusiastically. “Okay darling go gather your horse.” She says turning back and going back into the home. “Okay mama” I say walking down to the pen where we keep the horses tied up. I walk up

Digital Story of My Grandmother Who doesn’t love a close relative? Imagine what it is like to be alone, without a supportive family member. Just like John Lennon’s song, Imagine. Think about what family can do to you, and how they impact your life. Especially, a grandmother. My grandma Pauline, was literally my world. I loved her so much, and still do. I used to walk to her house almost every weekend. She knew everything about me. She always had a salver, filled with my favorite confectionary

The one in which Iwa-chan no longer gives a shit "Why do we fall? How did we get here? Will our lives ever be the same? Today it's driving Tomorrow it will be moving out Before you know it I'll be a grandfather. Do the sands of time really flow like water when you're a parent? It's like yesterday we were hot an-" "Stop spouting your melodramatic bullshit already." Iwazumi said. Oikawa turned away from the car window in the back that he was dramatically

Our team sat in the hallway of our school, waiting for our name to be called to enter the gym. The pregame jitters were everywhere. Girls were bouncing up and down, fanning themselves and skittering around. I had a flood of emotions inside me. I was mostly excited but also quite nervous. What if my parents didn’t like the dance? What if my peers don’t like the dance? What if it looks bad? I couldn’t help but doubt the routine in a time of such nervousness. Our coach gave us each her routine good-luck

Albert Camus novel, The Stranger, describes a very pessimistic adventure through a depressed mans life. Meursault acts with brutal honesty and has a differing point of view compared to that of his society. He has suffered the loss of his mother at the beginning of the novel, and doesn't seem to express much emotion if any. Meursault's life seems to be travelling down hill as the book goes on, he is constantly depressed and down on himself, and he eventually gets executed for a murder he committed

As Zhanshi approaches JingYi’s room, he was surprised to hear screaming from inside the room. “Ahhhh...HOW CAN HE DO THIS TO ME!!!!...Ahhhhh ---crash--smash--”. { What is going on inside there?! } Zhanshi question to himself and pushes the door of the room open. As he walks into the room, he was again surprised to see it in a mess. As he walks deeper into the room and towards the screaming sound, he sees an angry JingYi. JingYi’s usually beautiful hair is now in knots and messy. Her face is twisted