Did You See Me Coming?

All I could see was boxes getting packed. My mom is asking me to finish packing my room. Then we have my grandparents coming over and filling our car. The cars were full of boxes. That is the day that I learned that you should be flexible. Ever since that day I have been flexible and worthy to change. I started to red in the face, did not want to help, I wanted to start putting at the boxes in the car bringing it to my old house, and I was not listening to anyone because I loved the old house

~Glisten~ Great, how am I gonna get out of this mess? I 'm going to jail for this! All these horrifying things were running through my head. I kept poking my head up to see if anybody was there, but no one was ever there and I 'm afraid if I get up someone will see me. I was about to get up when I heard a random growl right next to me. "Please don 't tell what I think it is?" I nervously gulp in a lump in my throat and turned around to be face to face to an protective dog. All of a sudden it started

slammed his head back into the ground. “To think, this was where we were born. Do you remember that day, Marco?” Marco pulled his head back up and said, “Of course. You thought the brown hole was where the town was. Instead, you got a face full of that brown sludge.” Chester fell back onto the ground and rolled with laughter. He grabbed onto a hair stem to pick himself back up and said, “Yeah, I was so clueless. We did eventually find the town.” “Speaking of which, shouldn’t we head back? The courier

The Cheater “Breakup” is a common word in a relationship. It has the opposite feeling with the word “love you”. In addition, “breakup” means the end of love, or want to give a love to someone else. When a couple feels bored, loss, and disrespect, they will find many reasons to move on.“Breakup” is very painful. Similarly, cheating is an excused to breakup, but this can lead to bad long-term consequences. My story began when I was a Sophomore in Independence High School. At the Independence High

in my side wakes me. I slowly open my eyes and see an unfamiliar face. I glance around, searching for something familiar about this room. The room is dark; the only light is coming from up an open door up a staircase. I try to move, but my hands are zip tied behind my back. My head feels fuzzy and it hurts when I move. Suddenly, all the memories from the night before rush back to me. I remember walking home from the library in the dark city. I had felt like someone was watching me, so I started to

playing the biggest drum they had. It hurt to carry and hitting it took all of my strength. I had the privilege of having the heaviest mallets the band director could find. I found all of this out my first day, July 3rd, during a rehearsal for the coming 4th of July parade. It was only an hour before my shirt was soaked and I was numb from the harness as I took the monstrosity off for our first water break, feeling like I instantly lost half of my weight. “And this is only the beginning of the

he would know how much he was hurting me… I couldn't give in. Nails were beginning to penetrate my clothes and skin… shaking me… roughly jolting my body against the bed. Air was inhaled through my body one last time before I gave in. No more pain…

Another lonely holiday spent in the city of las vegas. Christmas is in a few days and my mom keeps bugging me about flying out to Ohio to see them. Rather than tell her I’m not up for the long flight, I step outside in the cold air to smoke a quick cigarette. Observing up and down my street I take notice on how every house is perfectly lined up. The only house that stands out is Miss Anns house. It’s just the fact that her lights are never on. I met her last year around this time exactly. The mail

Hi Baker! It's your pal Koug Dirkman here! Bet you didn’t expect to see this letter now did ya? Thought you could forget about old Douglas!?!?! Thought you would sneak by without me noticing? I’ll ninja attack you when you least expect it! HIYA!!!!!! Alright so imma start off by reminiscing over all the super cool memories I've had with you in the past. I remember being in spanish and english with you sophomore year, back when Ms.Buckly liked to make us stare at walls all the time because our

"Owen!" My mother yelled at me as I came down the stairs, as if I 'd done something seriously wrong. My mind raced as I tried to recall everything I had done in the past weeks. "Yes mother?" I replied when I reached the bottom of the stairway. She gave me that look mothers give their children when they have done something unapproved. "You said you would go play with your brother today." My mother was not on my side today, as she seldom ever was. She was already siding with Timmy, my precious