Riding the Bus with My Sister

Murder Weapon “Time to get up, sweetie!” I could hear my father’s deep voice echoing down the narrow hallway. He knew he didn’t have to travel the length of the wooden corridor, but that I’d be up after his first call. The day my life changed started out in such normal fashion, with mundane comforts of school day mornings and childlike anticipation. It was a day inside the innocence of childhood with its reassuring routine and protective parental shelter. It’s hard to imagine that on such a typical

fears It was a bright and sunny evening in early August, Daddy had arrived home early, much to my delight and both of us were outside. Though I had every reason to be happy and content, a terrible thought hit me while riding in circles on the blacktop and thinking about kindergarten starting the upcoming day. Suddenly overcome by my childish fears I stopped in the middle of a circle and began to sob. My parents rushed to comfort and discover what could be wrong. “I’m afraid to go to school,” I cried

the day before my seventeenth birthday. It was a cool saturday evening in March. My mother woke me up early that day telling me we are going to see my grandparents. My hair was a mess, tangles in my hair from rolling around at night restless trying to find a comfortable sleeping position. I struggled getting out of my warm, comfortable bed that swallowed my body and made it even harder to find motivation to get up. After a while of contemplating if getting out of bed was a good idea, my mom came back

My vacation to Cancun, Mexico One of the best fun, memories i have had is when i went to Cancun, Mexico. Sometime in June last year I went to Mexico with all my family, ( cousins sisters aunts uncles etc ) it was a very memorable moment because I got to see my family smiling and we had so much fun. The plane ride there was super scary but seeing all the clouds was very cool and it’s possibly a one time thing to be in the clouds and see all of the big buildings and all of the lakes and rivers below

Nelson and Sister Joan Andert, about the lack of transportation Rosati-Kain High School doesn’t provide for their students. Without providing transportation, Rosati-Kain high school are forcing parents to choose between sending their daughters to a good school like Rosati-Kain or a not so good school that provides transportation close to home. To resolve this problem I propose that you

Mexican women was riding a train to her work. Then suddenly a white woman who was standing next to her told her to go back to her country because of her race. The most surprising thing was that peoples in the train didn’t do anything or say anything to the white women. It was something I didn’t expect to see. When I first came to an American, my family and I, we live in an apartment where there are only white and there were a few Asian. During my first week of school. I notice that the bus driver favor

celebration for my whole family. That day my family gathered around in the living room and cheered on the Colts to victory in the Super Bowl. This day was the anticipated highpoint of my school conversations for the past week. My dad was in his leather chair drinking his favorite Raspberry Snapple Tea. My mom, siblings and I were crowded around on leather couches in our living room. We were all close in age. I was ten years old in fourth grade, my sister was eleven in fifth grade, and my brother was

years in my life. I had oodles of fun, learned how to read and write, made new friends along the way, and developed new skills I enjoyed. The first day of grade school was an exciting day for me. I could not wait to go to the ¨big kid school¨ and make new friends. A few days earlier, I received news that my Kindergarten teacher was Mrs. Spencer, the same teacher my brother, sister, and older neighbor had the opportunity to have. I was extremely excited to show off how well I could write my name, but

younger boy was a better shooter than the older boy. The older boy became jealous because he was the big brother and he was ‘supposed’ to be the better shooter. The little brother shot at a tourist bus to prove that he was the better shooter, and in the mist of proving himself he shot a woman that was on the bus. The woman that was shot happen to be an American woman that was vacationing with her husband in Morocco. While the American couple was on vacation they had their Mexican nanny watch their two

My Hike to Angel’s Landing This past summer my family went on a vacation out west to Zion National Park, Utah. In Zion, we saw many amazing things, but nothing could compare to our trip to the top of Angel's Landing. The morning of our hike we were scheduled to leave our hotel by six o’clock. It was cold and foggy and all I had on was a pair of shorts, a tank top, and my new black hiking sandals; nonetheless, I was freezing. When we finally got to the shuttle bus stop there were very few people there