See See Rider

down and began to fall asleep thinking I won’t wake up. But to my disbelief, I had awoken to police officers pulling me out of the pond. Scared and finally relieved to the situation. The police reunited me with my family who were relieved. “Did you see it? I saw it, Mom did too! It was great big red elk with huge antlers! ” she said describing the deer. I didn’t reply, knowing what had happened, I just held her and my mother. I’m just thankful for whatever happened. The events didn’t make much sense

Let me tell you guys a story. A story about the day that I literally thought I was going to die. The day where everything just went all wrong. That day, I had arrived at school. “Hey Emily over here!” I look to see who called my name, it’s my friend, Gianna. Gianna and I have been friends since kindergarten. “Did you hear about the weather, there is a possibility that we might have a tornado today.” she had told me. “No I didn’t hear, are you for real?” I asked. “I think we are, that is what I heard

Subtraction Month, so Mrs. Henley wrote several numbers in large hand on the front board. 5-3 and 2-0 and 3-2 and 8-5. “Okay, class, take out your notebooks and we’ll start with a little challenge. We talked about subtraction yesterday, so let’s see if we can remember what to do. Remember, if you can’t do it in your head, draw out circles for the first number and cross out the number of circles the second number says to. The first student to get all four right will get this little SpongeBob.” She

emotional over what happened to him, is all. Neil was our only child and his death, and then disfigurement, is a lot for her to bear.” “I understand,” I said to Ernest and then I reached out my hand for him to shake it, not knowing if I would ever see him or Phillie again. I wanted to leave on good terms. He accepted my offering and as we stood there in a moment of appreciation of one another, Ernest looked down at my hand in his. “Those must be some products your sister is giving you,” he said

Mr Batiste, I had the opportunity to speak with Mrs. Cadwalader last night about a couple of issues that happened this week. I would like to resubmit my request that he be removed from her class. This week she frightened him by not allowing him go to speak with Mr. Batiste and stated. “We can talk alone in the hallway.” “Don’t go.” He went without her permission. He instead spoke with Carol Marshall. This is the incident as I understand it. The class was told to read a story during class

Jenn and I were shopping at our local grocery store “A+P” on a sunny Saturday afternoon when suddenly everyone's attention glared at the clear sliding doors. In walked three young women dressed very interpropret. Everyone couldn’t stop staring at the girls. Jenn and I tried not to stare we just went about our way.     “Why would these kids wear that?” Jenn asked in a very judgemental manner.     “I honestly don’t know but I wouldn’t let my children out of the house dressing like that!” I exclaimed

My friend JJ is really funny. Every time I’m sad he always makes me laugh. The funniest thing he does is when he dances. It may look weird when you first see it, but then after a while it becomes funny. Have you ever laughed so hard that you fall on the ground, well I have? My friend JJ always doesn’t this stupid dance but it’s really funny. We were in Mcdonalds once and just started to it out of nowhere. So we at a table and he had his chicken nuggets, and started doing it. He would take a chicken

Camp Grounded It didn 't seem different, just a casual day at camp, the sun bright in the sky, kids running everywhere as they cool air kept them going, but little did I know, it was all about to change...For the worst. I woke up at 6:00 and Xavier and I went outside for some fresh air. It was the First day at camp and the first day away from my nagging parents, who were the reason I came to camp, so I could finally have fun without them bothering me. Everyone else was inside sleeping, so me and

The young man stood in the center of the empty cathedral. The morning sunshine still struck the floor through the snow glazed windows, and there in the light from the stained glass, Cyrus Ainsworth saw the mirage of a young woman. Unlike his ghostly and understated appearance (though not unattractive), he recalled her bold and dark features, ink on the canvas of her fair yet still warm skin. Ringing like the bells in the chapel do, he remembered her strong yet soothing voice calling out for the last

Runaway Sister Today, my mom and my little sister Annie got into a huge fight. Annie was playing soccer in the house and kicked the ball too high and hit my mom’s favorite lamp. My mom walked in and saw the lamp on the ground shattered. “Who broke my lamp?” she screamed. We were all in the room trying to figure out a way to fix the lamp. “I did,” Annie muttered. “You weren’t here and I wanted to play soccer and it is below freezing outside. So I brought the soccer ball inside and started to kick