By the time I had begun liking you and Claire simultaneously, I forgot about Connor completely. You mostly locked yourself in the piano room in the morning and I was in the band room talking with others including Claire. I also was by Claire a lot when band was pretty much over, so our band period was free to do whatever. We got closer and I do believe she developed a crush on me, but I’m not positive because I’m not her. I can however think of two times when it seemed she tried to ask me out but it didn’t come out right or completely sound right where I caught it, and she didn’t persist so I assumed she was making a joke. With you in May I really tried to get closer again as well. A couple times I worked my way in the piano room, and we even …show more content…
Honesty is very important to me and it should be to you so here this is: You mentioned you have tennis courts really close to your house, where we could play tennis. You also used “Gages Lake” covers on some of your snapchat posts. I put two and two together and went on google earth and looked for tennis courts in District 121 near Gages lake. I found two matches. The 6 tennis courts near the Almond Campus, and 2 tennis courts just north of Grand Ave. From stuff you’ve said I knew the ones you lived by weren’t the Almond ones. So that afternoon, at 2 o’clock, I left on a bike ride. I biked to what I thought was your neighborhood, and all over that area, including all around the Almond Campus. My goal was to bike about 50 miles, but where I picked to bike was based on where I thought you lived. I really wanted to see you and hoped to run into you “accidentally”, as I am missing seeing you the same way I was during Winter break, but the fact you know I really like you makes me not feel I need to hold back as much, though I am still because I know you like Connor over me. I was in that area for about four hours. But I was always biking, and only stopped once by some building by the park and tennis courts to rest in the shade. That’s where I took a pic of the words “It hurts really bad” on the wall of some gated concrete block probably covering the septic system. When I finally decided to head home, knowing I won’t see you because you were at Six Flags according to your story, I filled my water bottle at Potbelly and headed home. On my way I saw someone who I swear was your mother watering the plants by your front walk. She even looked at me surprised, but there’s no way she recognized me because I had my Cubs
Lily is thinking “how much older fourteen had made [her]. In the space of a few hours [she’d] become forty years old.” She makes this connection after she realizes that maybe her mother's death could have not been her fault and that it could have been T. Ray’s and he was punishing her for it. This caused Lily to pack “...5 pairs of shorts, tops, ... shampoo, toothpaste...” $38 and a map (41-42). By doing this, it made her feel like she had aged, feeling like a 40 year old.
Far back, in the midst of a time when the world was very young, there lived a princess named Lucille and a bunny named Fluffy. Lucille was a beautiful girl with chocolate brown hair, and eyes as blue as the sweet summer sky. Fluffy was as white as snowflakes and as soft as clouds. He offered plenty of razzmatazz but little manners. They lived together in a tall castle, covered in green vines and grey cobblestone, hidden in the dense forest filled with animals and nature.
Stargirl was not like everyone else in Mica High. She was a unique individual with no restrictions to her own identity. But when Leo stressed the fact that she was so different, she undertook the task to change herself, for Leo’s sake. Even though Leo was euphoric with the new Susan Caraway, her shunning was not ebbed. The change did nothing for stargirl but cripple her jovial personality. Stargirl shouldn’t have changed herself for someone else’s motive, but should’ve kept herself the way she was, as your own happiness should be put before others, and there’s always someone that stays by your side no matter the notions made of you.
Everything was going great at Oakville farm, I mean everything was normal and okay how it should be if you don’t count that the fact Donna came home late last night. She came home around two or three o’clock in the morning when it was pitch black outside, and believe me this isn’t the first time it ever happened either, maybe it’s not that big of a deal to you but to me it is, Donna here is the farmer’s daughter. While Mr. Salem is away she’s the one in charge of us,and because she’s the one in charge of us we haven't eaten in two days! Mr. Salem always made sure we were cared for, and was handled with love but , Donna on the other hand she just doesn’t care. There’s a lot of us here on the farm, we have a variety of animals here like horses,
Since a child, Stargirl had always seemed a bit… off. Her parents seemed to adore her weirdness, they even seemed to encourage it at times. To demonstrate, her parents called her Pocketmouse. They used it to so much that even she started referring to herself as Pocketmouse instead of Susan. But did her parents ever do anything about it? Of course not. She kept the nickname, until she changed it to Mudpie. Then Hullygully. And then Stargirl. But at the time, I knew her as Mudpie.
The Lane Cove West Tennis Club is at Blackman Park and features three synthetic courts for The Club social tennis play. This is a public venue with a practice wall, kids’ play area, picnic area, and shade. The primary clubhouse provides ample parking and a barbeque facility.
I replied to her post to let her know of their concert I attended last year. After sending the message I asked myself, “why did I tell her that?” Was it so she’d be jealous that she didn’t go and I did? Was it so I could talk to her about something we both like? Anyone would want to believe the latter, but I realized it was the first. I apologized afterwards letting her know I did not want to come off as boastful. We talked about the band for the rest of our conversation nonetheless.
Catherine, Catherine is who I am. I am a young American-Italian girl, that loves making people happy. Yet I get hurt easily, and can’t make decisions on my own. I lived with ma aunt (Beatrice) and ma uncle (Eddie). Sadly, Eddie died because he snitched to the immigration bureau on ma husband Rodolpho, but you will find out later exactly how he died. For now, all ya need to know it dat it wasn’t a smooth year.
Hola, Reyna and Alejandro are always happy to hear how you and your family are doing. Alejandro said that Nevlyn doesn't look like the little blond boy that would ride his bike up and down the street. We are all really sorry to hear about your friend Ellen. I hope those little boys find some "mom love" in you, like we did when we needed some extra cuddles. I'm happy to hear that you still use your Spanish a lot in and out of work. Nevertheless, I'm sure your Spanish has evolved into a Puerto Rican/Cuban accent.
Maudire les actions du diable ! After years of working my fingers to the bone, this is all I get! The three people I valued most have left me. Ellen- my dear wife- passed away. My son – the one I trusted to be there for my family, after my time– has gone. Also my doll, my Mattie, with her sweet smile, her resilience as strong as a bull…Très bien! Qu'est-ce que je vais faire? My land, and my shattered family are all I have. I feel nothing… except shame, fear, and sleepless yearning for my loved ones. What bothers me most is … they all left me. Life would be so much easier with Lawton pulling the cart, Mattie looking after the younger ones and my precious Ellen… just staying here with me. I've been double-crossed by MY family!
“Hello ladies and gentlemen, here we are today with one the families of the three out of four people that died four years ago. May I have the honors of introducing Aiden Williams.” “Aiden, welcome. Thank you for coming here.” “Thank you, my pleasure to be here.”
“Straining his eyes, he saw the lean figure of General Zaroff. Then... everything went dark. Maggie woke up in her bed. “Finally woke up from that nightmare. Man… I miss my brother. Who was that person that my brother wanted to kill?” she looks at the clock and its 9:15am “Crap I’m late for work!” Maggie got in her car and drove to the hospital for work.
The club was filled with people. Their bodies tangled together as they dance. Neon lights flashed, turning Isabelle’s face shaped of pink, yellow and green. The heavy bass vibrated the padded dark walls. There was a long glass bar with men and women crowed together around it, each eager to quench their thirst.
We are still wearing our purple camp T-shirts. The bus aroma still resembles wilderness. We still smell like pine. It’s been one amazing weekend with you. The feeling I have right now are confusing, ones that I’ve never previously experienced. I like you and you like me and I more than like you, but I am not sure if you do or don't “more than like me.” You have never said, so I kept the thought to myself and haven't been saying anything about it all summer long. I am pleased with enjoying the microscopic miracle of a girl choosing to talk to me and choosing to do so again the next day and so on and so on. A girl who is intelligent and comical that wants to hang out with me. A girl who, if I say something dumb to make her laugh, is willing to say something two sometimes even three times as dumb to make me laugh. A girl who isn’t completely normal, capable of being a little weird, yet also be wise sometimes in a way I couldn’t fathom being. A girl who enjoys reading books that haven’t been assigned to her, whose curly blonde hair frequently has a line running through it from the tie she uses to hold it up while it is still wet. How lucky could I be?
Apart from the 16th, the same day Ashley came over, I hadn't really spent time with Kenzie and Cody. Face to face, anyways. We Skyped each other a few times, talking about this and that. Their exam results were about the same as mine. The reason why we didn't talk much now...