The Strawberry Blonde

“Hey, I noticed we haven’t been talking as much recently. Is everything okay?” I reread the text I’m about to send to Ash three times before I click send. I roll over onto my back and sigh, phone still in my hand’s grip. Where did it all go wrong? Is there even anything wrong? There has to be. It’s been almost three weeks since the last time Ash and I last hung out. She’s away at Washington for an internship, but even distance couldn’t hold them apart. Ashley came down to Atlanta without

“Yes have a seat anywhere” motioning his hands around the desks This nice looking girl with strawberry blonde hair was sitting by herself. I decided to next to her thinking she wouldn't talk to me, Japedo says God kills conceited people so I try not to talk to much in fear I will be killed. As I pulled the chair away from the table it screeched loud enough for everyone to look at me but the strawberry blonde girl did not. I was told by the doctor to make friends and try to make it in the real life

it was a harsh rainfall that took days to disappear. The diner has been empty since Shimura’s visit. No one bother to question the lack of opening of the shop, guess the blonde did his part in telling them to stay away for the week until further notice. Even though the diner was suppose to be empty, both the brunette and blonde males decided to meet up there for final revisions. Ohta awkwardly pulled at the restricting collar of his dress shirt, he was never one to enjoy the tight neck shirts and

Most of the time when you hear the word “story” you automatically think of happy endings. Briar’s story is everything but happy.When Briar was a child she was kidnapped, her story isn’t about her abduction, it is about how it has shaped her environment. In this this story it targets her beliefs. When she was 5, a man named Japedo took her and one other girl named Jessie. Briar and Jessie became best friends. One day someone found the bunker and Briar was put back into life with her mom, dad, and

I have something; something that cannot be seen or held; something that cannot be heard or smelled. Something that I can’t quite explain; something impossible to exchange. It lies within only me, it must be my cultural identity. Culture to me, is something that reflects not only me, but everyone around me. Culture isn’t where you came from, or where your family came from; it’s you, and every aspect of you. Culture is your likes, your dislikes, your values, your morals, your accomplishments, your

family. Bridget is about 5 foot 3 inches in length, and weighs about 105 pounds. She is tall for her age do to her long thin legs. Along with long legs, some distinct features relating to Bridget’s appearance include her strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes. Her strawberry blonde hair especially sets her apart from all of her other peers. As for her religion, Bridget is Catholic, but is currently non practicing. (Bridget, personal communication, 2016). Demographics Bridget grows up in a single family

Part One: The strawberry blonde sighed as she maneuvered through the bustling cafe, wanting nothing more than to go home and sleep for five to sixty years. It hasn't been an entirely good day for her. The small and usually quiet cafe she works at was currently loud and crowded. People complained about everything she brought them. The coffee was too hot. The scones were stale. The soup taste like shit. And someone ran into her, spilling coffee onto her dress then yelled at her to

However, this is not true as long as you can create a natural blonde look. The trick is to know how to dye your hair the right way. The first step is to identify the undertone of your skin. Most black women have warm undertones which goes well with strawberry blond shades. Hair experts do not recommend cool shades such as ash or platinum blonde. Another way to fashion a natural blonde look is to apply highlights. This blends well with your natural hair. Neon Makeup Looks

Intellectually. Games on who could win chess/checkers Or who could get a number first. I usually win because if just predict what it was while he was chatting them up. Then there was a girl a cheerleader in our ap science class her name was Sara . A strawberry blonde I introduced to John who he later married and had Francis with she died in childbirth. "Francis?" The narrator said breaking from the story addressing the guy listening to her read "It's fine ,but is there any entries about my mom?" Francis

Browsing through old photographs can re-ignite memories of people, places and times that have slipped into the past, quietly and unnoticed. This particular photograph captured a moment in time when all six women were gathered together. By paying attention to detail, a keen observer notices not only the group of women, but can also possibly decipher their relationship to each other as well as unveil the emotional bond among the group. At first glance, one notices the visual content of the photograph