Did You See Me Coming?

Let me tell you guys a story. A story about the day that I literally thought I was going to die. The day where everything just went all wrong. That day, I had arrived at school. “Hey Emily over here!” I look to see who called my name, it’s my friend, Gianna. Gianna and I have been friends since kindergarten. “Did you hear about the weather, there is a possibility that we might have a tornado today.” she had told me. “No I didn’t hear, are you for real?” I asked. “I think we are, that is what I heard

just introduced to me as Freddie, nobody ever let on…” “Oh, don’t worry about it, son,” Ernest said as Phillie then headed off into another room of the house to grab a tissue for her imbued eyes. “She just still gets really emotional over what happened to him, is all. Neil was our only child and his death, and then disfigurement, is a lot for her to bear.” “I understand,” I said to Ernest and then I reached out my hand for him to shake it, not knowing if I would ever see him or Phillie again

was out of breath and sweating. “Why are you sweating?” asked Zach. “I don’t know,” answered Britney, “I must have been running in my sleep.” “That’s odd,” replied Zach, “maybe it had something to do with what you were dreaming about.” “Maybe you’re right,” said Britney, “I did have a really weird dream last night.”

repeat the incident that happened the other day. He wanted to remain close to her, but not that close. Today was a half day, so the bell rings dismissing the student for their weekend break. The Five friends gathered around each others cars. “What you got planned for the weekend, Angelina? Lucinda?” Thomas had asked them. While they were talking, the snake like creature crept up on Maya 's shoulders again. But this time it was unseen and unnoticed. “Its time, master.” It hisses into her ear, she

the first time I heard the tone. “What's wrong, did something happen?” You could hear the concern in my voice. “No, everything is fine. I’m surprised you asked!” Before I could ask her what she meant she ran to her room and slammed her bedroom door. She gets angry really easy too, she use to go an anger management class. She just got tired of having to go and Jack not having to. Thursday, 9:30 p.m “Jack have you noticed anything different about your sister?”

The cliché and overused posters at the back caught my attention as soon as I entered the art classroom, making me look at the art teacher in disappointment. My young art teacher walked to her seat at the front right corner wearing glasses that made her look sixty. The tables in the art room stood in a u-shape, which supposedly made us students more “social and creative”. The white board in the front of the room filled with scribbles of drawings used for other classes. I could smell the vanilla scented

already been people living in these lands, known as Native Americans. The relationship between the settlers and these people was not always peaceful. Conflicts were created over territories and power that sometimes lead out to blood shed wars, but it did not always have to lead to that. In the mid 1600s, an explorer, Adam, and a Native American, Chayton, will soon learn that. Seagulls were calling up in the sky, telling the exhausted voyagers they were near land. It has been over 163

died. They clawed at each other just to get out of all the infested areas around the world. There was problem about fleeing from infested areas. Everywhere was infested. There was no where anyone could go without encountering the walking plague. You know that phrase "War is Hell"? Well... it's dead wrong. War at least has some organization to it. What was faced in the last days... by last days I mean the last days of civilization not life; itself. What was faced was hell. Everyone went ape shit

“Yes you do—you’re only pretending,” he said, pushing me. “You did too,” I said, under my breath. “What’o you mean?” He stopped pushing me, spinning me to face him. “You almost killed him, too. You put Fish in there.” He wasn’t going to tell anyway, but that put an end to it. The bus arrived soon thereafter, and when he sat down next to Michael they started talking about Mario, not Sam. I found my seat-mate Ava and plopped down next to her. “My dad says we’re not going to get any snow this

someone slam into his back bumper. "What the…" he mumbled, gingerly picking up his head from where it rested between the steering wheel and window. Looking around carefully after stretching out the kinks in his neck, he couldn’t see the car that had hit him, but he did hear the faint roar of what must have been a large muscle truck. Taking a deep breath, he just shook his head carefully. Performing a self-check on himself and finding nothing wrong with the exception of a small bump above his left