James Frey

Inside of this box is a present for a person named James Frey in the memoir A Million Little Pieces. James has been taken to a rehab facility to get over his addictions. This pen along with this journal will help my main character, attempt to solve his problems, and retain his memory. In the beginning of the memoir, he does not remember anything that has happened, and wakes up on a plane with horrible bruises, cuts, broken body parts, and severe damage done to his brain. He does not remember anything

Beep, beep, beep. In junior high, I woke up to this sound every morning at 5:30. It was always the same routine: wake up, shower, get dressed, blow dry and straighten my dysfunctional hair, put on makeup, eat breakfast, leave. I spent hours making sure I looked pretty so I could fit in. I felt as if I had to look good to be accepted by the people I called my friends. I was a part of the “popular group,” and I thought that was who I was. However, no matter how much makeup I put on or how many Hollister

Lies have been around for as long as people have been. We all lie, whether it is to protect someone we love of to cover up something we don’t want others to know about, it is still lying, and we all do it everyday. Lying has become the new normal for our modern society, so much so, that some of us have lost our morals completely. It is just so much easier and quicker to just lie to someone than to tell the truth, and now you can never tell who is lying to you or who is telling the truth. People use

“Endgame: The Calling” was written by James Frey and Nils Johnson-Shelton. The book is about a historical and mythical game called “Endgame”.It is a modern day setting with lots of mystery. In Endgame there are twelve lines of people going way back into ancient times, from those twelve lines come one “Player”. The Player is the one who will decide the fate for the world and their line. No one knows when Endgame would come so every newborn who is a part of that line goes through training for Endgame

The song “hotel California” The song “hotel California” was released by an artist known as Eagles in 1976. The genre of the song is classic rock. It was written by Glenn Frey and Don Felder with help of Don Henley. California is the setting of this song, even though it used to relate the entire America. This song is all about the exaggeration of the American culture and some specific girls in America. In addition, it touches the uneasy balance between commerce and art in America. "Hotel California"

the rest of the way to her front door. The young woman opened up her door and immediately felt that sense of uneasiness again even though her home was full of light. She could hear the water running in the bathroom and figured that her boyfriend, James, was just taking his usual night shower. She went into the kitchen to get a quick drink of water. As she drank the cool liquid she felt an immense feeling of relief. She advanced toward the bathroom. She walked down the hallway heading towards the

There the 4 of us were sitting in New York at a bar when an army recruit comes over to us and says “Do you want to make your country a better place?”.Then he says “Join the army right now all I need is your name and home address. Jack and Fred said they had wanted to sign up since kids but were scared. So we all signed the paper and gave him what he needed. We all went home in the city as normal working men that got drunk most nights out the week. After two days of signing up to join the army we

March 22, 2006, should have been a regular Wednesday for me. Me being in first grade, a regular Wednesday was to wake up at 8 a.m. to my father turning on my lights, and spiritedly but annoyingly singing, “Wake up, wake up!” Wincing at the light and my father's terrible voice, I was always able to wake up in order to shut him up. However, the most memorable part of this day was not during school but rather what happened later that day at home. It was my father’s birthday. My father was turning 33

“The Curse Which Still Lived” It was a depressing and grey afternoon. James had just turned twenty-five, and as adventurous as he was, he anxiously waited for a task. Next thing he knew, he has found himself scrolling on an LED screen which entranced him as if he knew nothing more. There he sat, alone in his dusty old room looking through various websites for interesting locations near him. His fingers stopped with a jerk. A picture of a castle intrigued him as he stared at the blinding screen

We have now begun on our journey to South Carolina. I can’t wait to arrive, though I am worried about the travel there. When we first set out, father spoke with James, Elizabeth, and I. He finally thought it was time to tell us about Lexington and Concord, I don’t think he knows I know so much about it already. Though he told us some things I was not aware of. He said that, even though the colonists lost so many men they still considered the battle a victory. This confused and surprised me, they