What's That Smell In The Kitchen Essay

covered in blood I jump out my car really fast to go see about her as I was running to her she jumps up and run. Walking back to my car to grab my purse, keys and a few groceries I brought from the store to take inside with me. Went straight to the kitchen to put everything down so I can start cooking my dinner for the night. Washing dishes as I looked over my shoulder I saw that little girl again I asked, “Are you ok” she said, “I’m going to kill you”. Then she disappeared I picked up my phone to call

UP!” What’s happening? Nine year old Anna love Christmas and so do I, I’m a three year old golden retriever and Anna is my best friend. The real meaning of Christmas to me is family, food and fun. My first reason why Christmas is important to me is family. When I woke up I rolled out of my dog bed and zoomed to the front door. While I stood there and waited for Anna to let me outside to do my thing I smelled something. “Yummy” I said to myself as I dashed into the kitchen to see what the smell was

remember much, sir, only that there was an explosion. I used to have two older sisters too, sir.” “What about you, sir? What's your family like, sir?” Will asked. “My father is strict, and my mother is too, but they want what's best for me, I guess,” Draco said, staring into the distance. “They'd were out quite a bit, so I would be looked after by our house elf.” “House elf, sir? What's that, sir?” Will asked - something he had

“Elyssa?” She hisses, as not to wake up the sleeping child next to me. “It happened again,” I mumble, sitting in one of the kitchen chairs a few minutes later. Sadie places a cup of steaming mint tea in front of me. The cup burns my fingers and throat as I drink the entire thing. “Again? I thought it stopped…” “So did I.” I take a look around the kitchen, trying to find something to distract myself. “Are you sure you don’t want to see a doctor?” “Doctors cost money, Sadie. Money

"What's wrong, Mommy?" She hobbled a few steps closer to the door. "Ben came back after we had left." Her voice was soaked in concern. "He must have kicked in the front door." Her voice trembled with every spoken word, tears filled eyes illustrated her fear. "That means—." She moved closer to the door and cupped her mouth. I ran to her side and took in the devastation that was left behind. The patio doors were smashed; the glass spread throughout the kitchen. I squeezed Mommy’s

MAYXI TAY GEC000008D DALTON COLLEGE EAL CERT III VU21469 TASK 1 Read Straightforward descriptive text Answer : 1. What is the title of the text? My beautiful dog 2. Summarise the main topic of the first paragraph I have a beautiful dog . He is very lovely. He is medium size,black and white color. His eye are blue and bright. 3. Summarise the main topic of the second paragraph. His name is Lobo. He is Siberian Husky. I am going to take care of him and love him all the life. 4. Summarise

their own individual spaces. Everything is here except the empty coffee mugs, randomly opened books, his ashtray, and the classic music he loved to fill his home with. The door was unlocked when I came in. I can hear my mom speaking loudly from the kitchen being occupied on the phone with some relative. There is a small crew of people dusting and cleaning the living room. I go upstairs with my bags hoping to finally feel settled. I had to do my schoolwork early since I had to come here. The plain ride

while we were apart. “So what’s been up? I asked with a smile on my

"First of all shutup, second of all I'm going to the fair after dinner," I snap. "Oh cool I'm going to. Maybe we can hang together?" Cameron says. "It's a date," I reply. Cameron laughs then replies with "it's a date," then starts to talk to Cody. "What's for dinner Cody," Cameron asks. "Homemade pizza, watermelon, then you can have water, root beer or milk," Cody says. "Milk?" Cameron asks. "My sister loves milk with her pizza,"Cody laughs. "Cody's pizza is always steaming hot. The milk helps

I loved to visit my nana’s house. As soon as I walked in, I could smell the rich, cinnamon-y flavor of the rice pudding bubbling on the stove. Most of my friend’s grandmothers baked cookies, but I thought rice pudding was way better. I ran to the kitchen, my bare feet going slap slap slap on the shiny wood floor. I ran up behind Nana and gave her a big squeeze. “Naomi! My favorite granddaughter!” Nana said with a smile. “Nana, don’t be silly! I’m your only granddaughter.” I reminded her, putting