Giovanni's Room

reflection in, and a sparkly chandelier that was like a crystal blue lake in the morning of summer. We were escorted down to the mezzanine level where we sat there waiting, and waiting, waiting until finally the chaperones said that our room was our said our rooms were ready. The whole team rushed up the stairs like they were the paparazzi and had just found out that all the world's celebrities were on floor 4, or they ran to the elevator where it

yelled in surprise as she grabbed Mittens and carried her to her room and set her in the bed and explained, “Stop it and stay here Mittens,” then she walked away. Amy stomped with anger not thinking about what noise she was making. Even though there wasn't anyone that close to her house. Then she started the dishes. She almost had them done when she heard a break of glass. She ran into the living room, nothing. She looked in her room and

Future dream In the past two years, I have noticed some changes in myself as a student. During my senior year in high school, I tried to think of what I was good at and what I like doing. I can know what next to do after my graduation. I noticed myself (delete) that I like( make sure that if you are using past tense that it shows through out the rest of the essay) taking care of a babies and I love being with baby, I noticed myself that my career would be in a medical field. Even though sometimes

the living room. “How am I supposed to get to the hospital I can’t even drive!” I say sitting down on the couch with my hands in my hair. I look at my hands “DUH GRAYSON! I’ll just use my magic to get to the hospital! Ok all I have to do is just picture the hospital in my head.” I take a deep breath close my eyes and focus on the hospital. “I really hope this works. Take me to the hospital.” I feel a light breeze hit my face. I open my eyes to see that I am I’m in an empty hospital room. I did it

Clifford Rivers It's my freshman year. I was at the top of the “food chain,” and now I'm at the bottom yet again. It's the end of the first semester for me. My grades aren't looking too good. Or at least I am getting what I expected to get. English is low, it always has been, always will be, I expect that. I have nothing new here. Math looks great, solid “A” in the class, as usual. Math is where I shine math is where others fall. Math is the one thing keeping me alive now. Other classes are low

It was a warm and colorful fall day. I was a happy eight year old planning on enjoying this beautiful Saturday. I woke up to the smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes cooking down stairs. I ran downstairs as fast I could. Not surprising, I saw my mom making fluffy pancakes I was starving and couldn’t wait to eat them. We started eating breakfast and the pancakes tasted as good as they looked. It was Saturday so I knew that after breakfast, I had chores to do. My first chore that I had to do was vacuum

though it was hard to trust the new faces around me, I took a deep breath of confidence and met with the head of residency to switch rooms. My new roommate was a good friend of mine from a previous year and I started connecting with more friends in my new home. The girls who lived across the hall from my new room were extremely friendly. They refused to let me sit in my room by myself. They were always barging in and soon I

I stepped out from the corner, my rifle up and at the ready as I aimed down sights and swept the length of the dusty, dimly lit hallway. Slowly, cautiously, I panned the barrel of my weapon back and forth— over filing cabinets standing alone or fallen on the floor, across small tables stationed near the doors leading into the classrooms lining the hall… nothing. It was empty. But it didn't feel that way. My wrists itched. I didn't know what had me on edge, but not long after we’d hit a bust on

to going to Period 6; that chorus class. “Oh goodness!” “I could not wait to be amused by the melodies of talented young singers.” The moment I stepped into that rumbustious and loud classroom, I scanned the architectural design of the room. The classroom resembled a mid-size basketball gym. The concrete blocked walls were painted white. The hard-wood floors complimented two black pianos scattered in opposite locations in the vicinity. My evaluation of the room’s physical

across the old house but it was all ripped up or broken. To the left of the room was a locked door that was still in perfect condition and was reinforced very well. Despite the attempts of two of the four members of their group of four teenagers, the door remained locked and closed. Going straight through the arch in front of them led to the dining room which is where the bad things began. When they entered the dining room they started to hear a very quiet whispering that made the hair on that back