Riding the Bus with My Sister

My First Plane ride “Brrrring” rang the alarm. When I woke up I had to take a shower. I woke up around 7:30am just before my grandma came to pick us up(my brother Chris, sister Megan, My mom, and I). We were going to Florida to go down to Disney. All of us are riding in two airplanes down to Disney, and this will be my first plane ride that I went on. My grandma picked us up at our house and the airport is an hour away from us. When we got to the airport it didn’t take long to get through the security

it was always fun on the bus. I became good friends with Sam, she had long brown hair and had a twin sister who also played, they were really good. On the day of team pictures, I forgot my jersey, out of all days. There was no time for me to run home and get it so I wasn’t in the picture. I liked Basketball and Volleyball but I knew I wasn’t

“The terrorists thought that they would change my aims and stop my ambitions, but nothing changed in my life except this: weakness, fear, and hopelessness died. Strength, power, and courage were born.” Malala Yousafzai was fifteen years old, riding on her school bus when she was shot in the head by the Taliban. Her only sin was publically advocating for the education of young girls in Pakistan. When I was fifteen, my biggest worries were whether I’d get my homework done by the following morning. School

familiar sound. The infuriating, noise I absolutely despise. My deafening morning alarm. I was in la-la land riding on a unicorn, eating aromatic and saccharine chocolate cookies. When suddenly my deep restful sleep is interrupted. Immediately, I cover my ears with my pillow and inside of myself, I cry a river of tears. It’s a Monday morning, my absolute favourite day of the week. NOT! I hate it. Mondays are the worst. Monday is the last on my list of most cherished day in the week. Mondays are not for

“I have a dream that one day my four little children will live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but the content of the character,” (Martin Luther King Jr,1963) Martin Luther King Jr. was a smart child and had a good childhood. He learned values from his parents, and Martin Luther King Jr was a man of much wisdom during his time. He was a major contributor to the civil rights movement, and those contributions have profound effect even today. Michael Luther King

When people pull up to my brown house in the cul-de-sac, they might not see the family values that are dwelling within, but the moment they walk through our creaky, sun-stained front door, they will. Directly after walking inside, a wave of cinnamon attacks your nose and you’re blinded by the cleanliness. If you look up you’ll see a refurbished, but tattered plank of wood with the four key terms we live by in my house. In my mom’s curvy calligraphy, you read, “God, Family, Friends, and Go Packers

there when i need them and phoebe realized that nobody's perfect As i got home from riding on the school bus i ran into my driveway then into my house.I had let out a strong yelp for my mom i heard no response back, i was confused and thought in my head ( were had my mom gone i know she doesn’t have work to day neither any arrens today,then where could my mom be?)Just as i was about to let out another yelp my sister came down stairs,she knew exactly what i was going to ask her.

Everything I’ve learned in the span of this year and a half, has had an impact on my life. How many people get to train a baby horse? The spring of 2014 my dad bought a horse. That was nothing new, we have horses and buy new ones every so often. However, this purchase was different. About two weeks after we brought the horse home, my family and I, which

The most impactful event of my life occurred near the end of my 8th grade year. My sister and I attended a middle school that was at the top of the hill in our town. Since, we lived only a short distance from the bottom of the hill, we decided we would just walk home everyday instead of riding the bus. I had done a fair amount of hiking and backpacking before this point, which led to me thinking that paved roads were boring. I soon learned that by cutting across the hillside we could get home faster

old I would question my mom on if I was adopted or not. I got the subject of conversation from little kids I used to play with when I was younger they would ask me why I looked so different from my mom and brother but I could never give a solid answer because I myself didn’t even know. I have an older sister and brother, my sister is dark skin and my brother is a light skin like my mom. Radisha my eldest sister was gone for four years due to personal issues, so I only had my mom and brother and because