James Rest

foster mom Jillian. Jillian is an amazing person who took me in when I was a week old. I was dumped at an orphanage by who knows who at the same age. I was the hundredth kid she fostered and e first she kept. She was a foster mother until she met James, Jakob, and I. She has fostered over one hundred and fifty kids but we were the three that stood out. She stopped fostering because she didn't want to fall in love with any other kids like she did with the three of us. She has been my mom forever but

didn 't want to look at his room anymore, so he went to bed. His bed was the only clean thing in the motel room. When he went to bed he tried to get comfortable because the bed only had one pillow and one blanket. He had a nightmare.. the next day. James point of view: It was bright. The room was a pretty teal color. Jason saw his little sister eating on the dinner table. He saw his older brother drinking Coke

She let herself be swallowed by the fog. She didn't remember dinner or what she said, just that food tasted like ash and a corpse’s hand was warmer than hers. Her face hurt from smiling and her laugh sounded hollow. She was too apathetic to care, her mind far away dreaming of Erik. Afterwards, Monsieur Chagny took them “home”. Raoul had passed out in a wine induced stupor in the carriage. Rita and Chagny carried him in, she secretly enjoyed hearing Chagny struggle to carry the dead weight but

whispers started. Until that day the whispers were just chaotic, jumbles of words that I could never comprehend, but today was different. The whispers grew loud in my head as I stared at the man and just one word repeated in my head…… until. The rest of the day I pondered what the word could have meant that was running through my skull. When I got home my little sister was acting quite unusual. She usually sits at the table and does her homework or eats a snack, but that

descended from the rooftops coughing and covered in soot. No one acknowledged that they were there and no one cared either. They were all focused on themselves and their families. Fernando knew that no help would be found here. The boy needed to rest for a bit, so he went over to find some shade on the other side of town. He settled towards a nice and big palm tree. He put Mia down right next to him and asked,” Any words yet?” Mia stared at him like she had no idea what he was talking about

One day this little girl was at school and school ended in about 10 minutes so she just sat there and drawn for 10 minutes. So after the bell rang she ran outside for her parents but her parents weren't there and neither was her best friend's parents were there either. So the little girl and her friend just sat there and talked for about 15 minutes for their parents to come. So while they were talking her friend brought up the little girl going to her house when her parents got there. So there parents

“Wake up, put shoes on and come downstairs to eat,” my grandmother says as she's opening the curtains in my room. As she walks out the room, she turns around and says “Do you want tortillas with your chorizo and frijoles so I can heat a couple up.” Even though she leaves the room without my answer, in her head, already knowing my answer. I put on a pair of jeans and walk downstairs into the dining room, there was a plate with frijoles, chorizo and tortillas waiting for me. My grandmother brings

plate of wafting cured ham, mashed potatoes and green peas. The rest of the family arrives to a seat accompanied by an equivalent plate of eats. As the small-talk that attends a family dinner drones on throughout the corners of the softly lit residence, the energy drains from Deacon’s eyes and body as he performs a magical maneuver and makes the food disappear from his plate in haste. He finishes his pleasant helping of food before the rest of the family as he now watches Annabelle, the woman for which

I was scared. No, actually it wasn’t scary I was terrified. I felt a loss of control of my emotions. I just wished that my dad was there. All I wanted to do was cry. Not from pain but from the feeling of aloneness and the terror that I felt. My eyes were ready to release all emotions. But I couldn’t do it, I wouldn’t allow it. My brothers needed me to be strong and I had to show them that I was not scared. I had to show them that everything will be fine and it was all normal. Besides I couldn’t feel

Jesse James “I had hope, however; I had been wounded seven times during the war, and once before in this same lung; and I did not believe I was going to die.” A fearless man with the courage to elude fellow companions, to commit thievery, and escape death so many times. Jesse James was a fearless man that had been affected by the Civil War. His contributions to a certain group made them the most feared groups over a couple years. This paper will cover his early life, contributions to the civil