Lauren Anderson

All it Took was Seconds It was just me and him, we did everything together. After my mom left us, it was just me and him. He took care of me. He brought me to my friends house. He signed the papers of the tests I failed. It was just me and him. And I was happy with it like this. “Dad! Hurry up we 're gonna be late!” I yelled with a frustrated look. “Okay, Okay” my dad responded rushing down the stairs while pulling over his shirt, “Don 't worry, we will make it there just on time, like we always

On her eighteen birthday, she would change her own destiny. Lauren was an egotistical seventeen year old. She wasn’t friendly and hated making friends. Yet her life was as perfect as could be. She was really tall, taller than average. She had light complexion and ginger hair. Freckles took over her face. Her style was very girly and preppy. She had everything she needed and wanted. Her parents worked hard to give her the very best. The day of her birthday party was approaching fast. Her parents

to do anything to them. In this society the police do not help because you have to pay them to come to the scene of a crime. Most people cannot afford to pay their fees so they handle whatever they can on their own. The protagonist of this story, Lauren, decides to leave this society for something better an forms a spiritual group called “Earthseed.” The word “earthseed” is actually a metaphor. The dominant metaphor of the

only have one friend. She is named after the great Lawrence Taylor. Lets just say her dad was hoping for a boy. Everyone just mostly calls her Lauren. Lauren and I have been pretty much inseparable since Billy Adams was talking bad about my mom in the cafeteria one day in the fifth grade. And well let’s just say he took a great chocolate milk bath and lauren is really good at breaking peoples’ noses. Ever since that day I haven’t really minded going to school. Fifth hour art with Mrs. Hilsmier

In the Declaration of Independence it states, “mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable,...” and on October 8th, 2016 this became true. This day was not only the start of my suffering, but tons of other people’s too. It was around 7 o 'clock p.m. when a group of my friends and I decided that we needed to come together and go out, and what better is there to do in early October than visit a corn maze. After nearly an hour of planning around all ten people 's schedules, we

Butler wrote the novel Parable of the Sower. Lauren Olamina, the main character in the novel, narrates the story through her viewpoint. Lauren describes the horrendous and corrupt world around her and notes of the population’s response to the violent acts. The year is 2025

Personal Narrative What makes a person who they are? The way they dress? Their family? Friends? Attitude? To me, what really makes a person who they are, is their experiences. Their hardships, triumphs, what makes them happy, what devastates them. We all are human beings and are made so similar. With sharing so many things in common, we are all such different people. Everything we have all gone through, shapes us into who we are today; Why we are the way we are. “This isn't my baby!” my mother

school. It’s 7:43 and most students are making a mad dash to beat the morning bell, others linger around the green courtyard, catching up with friends, dreading going to class. I make my way through the maze of students, and I catch my best friend, Lauren, in the stairwell at the top of A building, both on our way to the history class we have together. We do not say a word, just share a look that says “we want to go home and we need more coffee,” before we head into class. Our class is always in chaos

lot. Amy: It needed to have some weight to it. The whole thing had a lot of weight to it because everyone cared so much, quite frankly, it was very hard, it was a lot of hours, long days, and there was a lot of material. Half way through I remember Lauren coming up to me an doing, we are only half way through, because it was just a lot of work. We all thought, oh, it’s not going to be the same, but it was the same, on steroids. Everyone felt that they had to live up to something and everyone brought

“But sir, I really need this job without it I won’t have anything.” cried Lauren, a single mother. “I realize but, we are having pay cuts and we just can’t afford to have this many workers it just cost too much.” explained her ex-boss, Jonathan. Lauren started to walk to her car which was parked right outside the coffee shop. While shedding a tear she opened the icy door handle and proceeded to put her key in the ignition. Once she got to her house she just sat in the car thinking about what she