What kind of name is Kenda anyway? I think Jessie told me it has something to do with water. It is not a name one gives an adventurer like myself. Why wasn’t I named Amelia? Now Amelia Earhart, she was an adventurer. She got to fly all around the world. Sometimes I wish I could fly; if I could fly, it would be so much easier to escape and have my adventures.
Sure, home has everything I need. It has food and water, you know the necessities, but it is just that when I am home, I feel trapped, like I am a prisoner or something. Every once and a while, I find a way to escape. I love how I feel when I escape. How would I explain it? Hmm. Have you ever skydived? That is what it feels like when I escape.
After that initial skydive feeling, I
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I don’t know what it is, but my curiosity gets the better of me so I go to check it out. I am face to face with this blue creature. His skin is smooth and I can see through it. I get closer still, this time I think I am too close, because the world around me is now blue. I think this creature has decided to eat me, and to think, he seemed so little and non-threatening. The air seems to be getting thinner. I know I must get out of here, but how? I scratch him with my hands and feet. If he feels anything, he does not show it. I bite him with all my might, surly he will feel this and let me go. Nothing, this creature is tough. I am getting sleepy. I guess this adventure has taken more out of me then I thought. I will rest my eyes and try to think of another way out, if there even is a way out. Loud footsteps startle me awake. I hear Jessie’s voice. She has come to rescue me. She gets me out of the blue creature, but then she starts yelling at me. I make out parts of what she has to …show more content…
I think she knows I am mad at her, but she takes me to the ledge on the red mountain. Then she starts watching the portal with me. She does this once in a while, I love the world she chooses to watch. It is a world with large buildings and people in black outfits. I do not think these people are good. My favorite part of that world is the turtles. They wear masks. I suppose it is to hide their true identity like any other super hero. They are the good guys because they go all around the city protecting the inhabitants from the guys in black. Jessie says they are Red Eared Sliders like myself. They are so lucky. They actually get to go out and have real adventures. They do not have to be cooped up in a cage. They can explore the city. They don’t have to explore Jessie’s
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.
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.
Her mother had died after being hit by a reckless driver. Alice, a fifteen-year old, African-American girl, was now without her natural and most influential guide on how to cope with the powerful transition from girl to lady.
My home is my haven and the place that I feel the safest and most comfortable at. It is where many good memories and feelings arise and I am able to be myself with no false pretenses. It is my “Home Sweet Home” yet the stories “Young Goodman Brown,” by Nathaniel Hawthorne, and “Soldier’s Home,” by Ernest Hemingway show a different attitude about home going and the effects it has on the main characters.
The memory of my brother will forever live on. This glove is his spirit and I will be damned if something happened to it. It still to this day amazes me how intelligent this boy was. The fact that he was younger and was more educated than me show the potential he truly had. And old Stradlater had the nerve to not appreciate my paper on his glove. That glove is the most precious memory I have of old Allie. It reminded me of his contagious laugh and smile that could rub off on any old phony. He had a sense a pleasing everyone around him with joy and happiness and it truly angers me greatly to see him taken from me.
I have lived here all my life, and I need to see the world. These Eucalyptus leaves aren’t tasting like they used too. Is there a drought? That can’t be, the river was the highest it has ever been the last time I checked! I need to go see if it really is, and I sure hope it’s not.
You have searched me, LORD, and you know me.2 You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.3 You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways.4 Before a word is on my tongue you, LORD, know it completely.5 You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me.6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.7 Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?
Everyone always seems to think I meant to cut off their tails on purpose! I would never do such a thing to a helpless creature. You see, I was going out to the garden without my glasses on because I could not find them at the time. I needed potatoes for the potato salad I was making special for my husband. I had about five potatoes when I reached down to grab the last one and it in my hand! It was a mouse. In my dismay I threw the mouse down and started running away! There was two of them chasing me down to my house. I was so scared when I got to my house I locked the door even. After I was done almost having a heart attack started to cut the potatoes for my husbands potato salad. I got to the sixth potato and I cut into it and it moved!
“Draco, seriously. Come on now, come on. You are dragging your feet on purpose. All of us need to sit down like rational adults and talk about the problem—”
At this time, I am doing well and I do not need anything but thanks for offering your assistance. I am in shock how everything is unfolding for me since last year I had a dream in which I was the HST's Gun Boss and not the RRN's. Of course, I did not give too much attention to that dream since it was only a dream and we already had talked about me going to the RRN. Today, that dream is becoming reality more and more and I cannot believe that is happening. May be someone is trying to tell me or saving me from something. The big question I ask to myself is why did I have a dream of these two carriers. Monday, when I was rejected by the RRN I told Captain Darnell about this dream and today Thursday the HST just popped
Just as I get a breath, the powerful monster swallows me once more. It finally hits me that I’m going to be under a long time. These are 20 ft waves, I think to myself. There is no way I am getting out of here the easy way. I feel the blood surge to my head as the paranoia sets in.
“Home is where love resides, memories are created, friends always belong, and laughter never ends (Robot check).” A place becomes a home for me when I am around all the things that I enjoy and love. For example, when I am around everyone that I love, I enjoy a peaceful environment and the beautiful landscapes around me. The interpretation of home for me is not a physical thing that I see or that I can remember or even certain thoughts that I can relate, but it is a sensation that overcomes me when I envision being in the comfort of my own home. However, I know that this is a feeling that is calming to my soul and it quietly reassures me that I genuinely belong in a place where I can be free from people constantly judging me.
Leaving my home for two weeks caused me to be very homesick. It took my a few days to get used to it, but I began to have so much fun, and felt myself becoming stronger and more confident. I started to feel okay by myself so far away. I really liked getting away because where I live is so small, and New York and Washington are such big places. I loved meeting knew people and seeing a whole new world. The cities were so huge and how there was so much to do. I think it was a very good experience to get out of my small town and explore such an big, amazing part of America. Now that I am home, I am proud of myself for going away for so long. It helped prepare me for other times where I may be away from my family for a long time.
My favorite place in the world is my home and not because I am a hermit who dislikes going out. My home is in a perfect location that is filled with opportunities and excitement of which I take full advantage. From the beautiful exterior and welcoming street to my tile entryway, it all adds to the ambiance of having stepped into a perfect home. Not just having stepped into any perfect home, but the perfect home for me; exactly as I desire it. Each and every area displays my handiwork and the pride I take in that work is what makes me feel so empowered when I'm in my home. Oliver Wendell Holmes once said "Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts" and as a homeowner I now believe that wholeheartedly.
Home doesn’t mean the same for every individual out there. My definition of home could be completely different from another’s definition of home. There may be a person out there who’s home is filled with love and laughter with no fights. There might be a home that is only filled with arguments between the residents of the house. Some people don’t have a physical home, a person could be living on the streets without a house to go to when they feel