The Strawberry Blonde

One beautiful Saturday morning, I woke excited about going to Delaware County Fair as if I was the same age as my young daughter. The day was looking beautiful, as the weather was like a typical fall morning. The breeze I could hear through the window; I felt like this was the perfect day to go to the fair. I opened the door of my daughter’s room to wake them up; I turned on the lights and yelled “It’s morning.” My oldest daughter looked at me with one eye half way open and said “It is not morning

dating website. Both partners quickly feel in love. The female partner moved to a different state to marry the male partner a month before the wedding. The male partner is now 32 years old. This partner is six feet tall with a pale complexion and strawberry blonde hair. The female partner is now 28 years old. The female partner has a petite frame and is much shorter than the male companion at five foot two inches. The female partner also has dark deep brown eyes and an olive complexion. Both partners have

was already off in the woods searching for the place the growl came from. Trying to chase after her, scared to be alone, Lydia ran, but couldn’t catch up, Allison was way too far in the woods. The salty air blew through Lydia’s soft, curly, strawberry blonde hair. “Allison, where are you?!” Being prone to panic attacks, Lydia felt one now. Breathing heavily, Lydia tried looking around but found no one. “Lydia! Follow the sound of my voice!” As soon as she heard Allison’s voice, Lydia bolted across

Q - What is liqueur ??? A Liqueur is an Alcoholic Beverage made from a distilled spirit that has been flavored with cream, flower, spices, nuts or herbs and bottled with added sugar or other sweetness. Difference between Liquor and Liqueur ⦁ A liquor is an alcoholic drink that is distilled from plants such as Jin, Vodka, Rum, and Whiskey. ⦁ A liqueur is a sweet or herbal alcoholic that is made from herbs, flower, nuts, and spices plus sugar and a spirit such as grain alcohol

herself. She took her place in front of the microphone and started strumming away about halfway through her last song she saw the church doors open and there walked Toby into the room with his guitar and his mom right next to him. He was almost bleach blonde with bright blue eyes, that looked like you were looking at the

The softest breeze to the fairest flowers bloom think not that prudence dwells in dark abodes, she scans the future with the eyes of god. I was born on 2004 in my Florida home my mother had named me Selah Joy Jamboretz but my father put down Selah Elizabeth on my certificate. My mother changed my middle name to Joy soon after. I was very unexpected, an accident, she was unaware of my existence inside her. I only recently found out I was not meant to be. In my mother's eyes, I am not an accident,

BAM BAM!! BAM BAM!! ...Hmmm…? “ACE! Get your lazy self up! I do not want to be late to Sayama-sensei’s wedding!!” BAM BAM!! Huh? Is that Scarlet’s voice? Why’s she…? “ACE YOU IDIOT, DO YOU EVEN HEAR ME??!!” Crap. I better get out of bed or else I’m in Big Trouble. She’ll…. “Ace. I’m trying to maintain myself here. If you don’t get out of bed this minute….I’ll karate kick open your door and drag you out of bed!” “NO! STOP! I’ll get out! I’ll get out! Just leave my door alone!” I scream. I quickly

down my fingers and onto my freshly cleaned, white carpet. Tears begin to roll down from my emerald green eyes down and rest upon my rosy cheeks but it wasn’t from the intense sharp pain I was experiencing in my hand. I lowered my head as my strawberry blonde hair falls over my face, blocking my view from the mirror. It’s another school day and just like the last, I was dreading the very thought of it. I feel my phone vibrate against my leg, so with my dry hand I reach across my body and grab my mobile

favorite teacher ever. She was always so kind to me, even though no one else was. They thought I didn’t belong, maybe just like my parents. She always picked out books for me she thought I would enjoy, which isn’t hard to find. Her long, straight strawberry blonde hair left me jealous. I thought she was beautiful, what I yearned to be. My short, curly dark hair was the exact opposite. Even though I was jealous of her, she was my idol. My fondest memory of her was when it was right before Christmas break

had something special here and now we’re leaving it! Just for a higher pay!?” I yelled back at my mom and stormed to my room and slammed the door. I’m Stephanie Vedral. I recently just turned 14 (in August), and I’m short for my age and have dirty blonde hair and dark hazel eyes. I also have a little brother (10 years old and immature) named John. Cincinnati, Ohio was our home, where we were born and raised, made friends, and made memories to last forever. And now we are leaving this place. For money