The Girl I Love She Got Long Black Wavy Hair

uncage the wild animal that is trapped inside of her. “My life ain’t nothing but dirty brown. But i got something down in my soul come out of the white and it feels like a rainbow… This caged thing inside me roars to get out. I call it WILDCAT! And it is stronger than the streets, is stronger than this building. No one can catch it because it can fly!” (21) She writes this down in her journal to express how she feels due to her previous state of being in a dark state of mind. Opie has went through a lot

After a year in eighth grade at the junior high school in Bangor, I missed the intimacy of the small private classrooms when I was in Florida. So, the following year, in the summer of 1962, my parents enrolled me at Oak Grove School for Girls in Vassalboro, Maine, one of the oldest, most elite private finishing schools for girls in the world. The school was run by a board of Quaker trustees and an elderly and very strict Victorian headmistress, Mistress Owen, whose demeanor well suited the school

It’s been six months since her husband Samuel died. It’s been hell since the day she found out. Like being pulled into a black hole. The moment those words left the man’s lips, she started falling into a black hole. When she made the funeral plans. When she packed all her belongings and all her son’s belongings into boxes and moved from California to a small town called Collinston. She just fell deeper and deeper. She isn’t the only one who has suffered from this loss. Her son William is 7 years old

1:00 AM - I had another dream after sleep beckoned me. There weren't nightmares this time, but my last dream had family drama in it. Why do I keep dreaming about my family when I have nothing playing on my computer? I must have deep-rooted family issues I haven't dealt with yet. My memory of my dream is starting to fade now, so here I go. I remember I was having a family problem with my mother, brother & sister. My family didn't like the way I acted even though I normal in my dream. We were living

There she was. The girl I had fallen in love with two years ago. She was covered in blue and purple bruise, she had dried blood in her long wavy brown hair. Her right ankle was at a wired angle and looked painfully swollen. This was my entire fault, if only I had kept myself away from her she wouldn’t be in this awful state she is in today. Did something bad happen to her while I left her to walk? Was I to blame? “What is going on with her? Is she going to be okay?” I nervously ask the doctor. But

it was a girl that rented the space from her a few days ago, I was picturing the person to be closer to their thirties and the usual type of camper that had no interest in the affairs of this town other than the lake. Someone a little mean and a little greasy. Someone that I wouldn’t even think twice about. I was expecting to hand the pie to them as quick as possible and hurry back on back to my house before heat stroke took me out. But all of that is out the window now. The girl (she can’t be

I tightly gripped the blue, plastic, slippery, twig (hockey stick) in my sweaty, sticky hands when I swung the tiny, orange, plastic puck into the goal. The opposing team’s goalie, with sweat dripping down his face and fear in his eyes, gave me the dirtiest look anyone could have ever imagined. I soon realized, I had just won the hockey game during gym class. All the confused stares and silent but noticeable whispers lead me to question what was all the hot gossip. I achingly trudged down the toxic

you can look into and get lost within it, her long wavy and golden brown hair that falls brilliantly over her chest and her kissable cherry lips. She was still painted on his mind. He got the letter that she sent him. It was the last thing she had ever sent to him. Her neat, cursive handwriting, the thoughts and words written, it captured on the paper forever. The paper even smelt of her, the letter contained ten words written carefully in dark black ink; “Hangga’t ako ay nabubuhay, umaasa ako. Mahal

my life like goddamn, I came from nothing no lie." Kelly's voice flowed through my room and I rose out of bed. I let out a high pitched scream of excitement. I turn 18 today! I picked up my phone and texted my best friend, 'Clay! It's the day, I'm finally an adult and my mom can't boss me around anymore!' I threw my phone on my bed and walked to my closet. I pulled a royal blue halter dress off a hanger and slipped it over my short slim figure, and it reached to my mid thigh. I smoothed out my dress

he made his way over. "Hey man, didn't mean to leave you hanging, but I wanted to get the front. I’ve have to get at least a C in every class if I want my old man to keep paying for my car issuance.” Mario was bright-eyed and attentive whereas he felt as if a bus had run him over. "It’s all good," Adrian said, reaching into his backpack to retrieve a pen. The pen slipped from his grasp at the sight of Hadrea’s long legs as she entered the room. His eyes moved up to her cleavage, peaking out of her