Unlike Jarryd, Riley had a rather pleasant evening when she got home. She was greeted with nothing but silent of the dark house she called home. Her mother wasn't around, which meant she was off being passed around by a group of guys. Nothing for her to worry about, that woman wasn't getting mother of the year any time soon. Or ever. No matter, she wasn't about to let her mother's whereabouts ruin her mood. Having been fucked in a dark alley wasn't classy, but she sure as hell was on cloud nine about it. Nice conversation with a man with intellect, until he got drunk, was something she didn't get every day. It was a nice change of pace. And to think that she was able to get him to fuck her even if he had a wife was one of her records. Riley …show more content…
The morning was nice and crisp, no clouds in the sky, and the sun was beaming down on her. Taking in a deep breath, Riley headed to the bus stop. The first place she was going to was a little coffee shop near the campus. She may have a positive outlook, but drinking all night didn't exactly make her feel like she was all there. There was no way she was going to let her professor think badly about her today. One look at her and one knew that she didn't come from high class, which left people making her feel like a street rat. Coffee was going to wake her up and make her alert for whatever came her way. Nothing could have prepared her for what came her way in her first class. NOTHING. Riley was sitting on the second row of seats in the big classroom. The rows curved so every student could see the chalk board. In front of that was a large desk. She had considered taking a first row seat, but she wasn't that confident, she didn't want to seem too eager. Students were soon filling the seats, not really taking any around her. She must have missed the memo about having groups pre-assembled before class, because so far, every girl was in a group and every guy had a
She thought if she sat in the back she would get made fun of, but if she sat in the front she would look like a little kid. She chose the front because she doesn’t want to walk down the bus aisle past her friends because they were mad at her. She was being shy and didn’t want to make up with her friends. This also happens at lunch because her old friends didn’t want to sit with her so she was going to sit with another new girl, Heather, but she didn't get the chance to.
I walk past the secretaries’ desks and I can feel their eyes shaming me. As I approach the principal’s office, I hear his gruff voice through the doorway. “Well, I apologize for this inconvenience, Miss Taylor. You are free to return to class.”
The P.E teacher sees this then breaks it up she says “Sofia, don’t pay attention to them. They’re just being mean and silly.” (Canales Excerpt P 12). Therefore, Sophia sat with the P.E. teacher and tried a sandwich. All the kids wanted to sit with the PE teacher, but she saved the seat for her.
“Are you sure I can’t just transfer schools?”. A question I had asked a billion times over. “100%. I promise you, you will be okay”. My mom rubbed my back as my head dropped onto the cold kitchen counter. I didn’t want to hear that I would be okay. I wanted them to let me have my way. “You’re in your last year what difference would it make”. My brother joined the conversation as if someone had asked. I rolled my eyes, letting him know his opinion was being recognized and very neatly filed in the trash bin in my brain. I made my way to my bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, burying my face into the pillow. My parents were right, I could handle it. I just didn’t want to.
so I was the first person. I was always the first person in line because lunch was the one time a day I couldn’t wait for. I opened the door and began to walk down the hallway leading the class to the cafeteria. A few paces before the entrance to the cafe I looked into the big glass windows that look directly into the table where I sit. ‘“Megan!!”
The hallways always seemed to have a chill around this place. The cold, crisp, and synthetic air the roamed through the interior of the Venator Class cruiser (fig. 1) felt better than naturally produced oxygen of a planet. Too hundreds of thousands of clone soldiers, Venator Class cruisers were home. After being in countless battles, the cruiser known as The Providence had become a well-known vessel amongst the outer rim territories. This cruiser was what CT-2532 called home. CT-2532 was just his rank number, he preferred to be called Jex.
For Sophie to afford a ticket to her shelter out of the drizzly autumn day, she budgeted just enough change so that she could splash out on a small hot chocolate to warm her up from the inside. The queue was a long, but worthwhile wait as she knew a hot drink would greatly benefit her and her positivity. She glanced outside to the rampaging maze of pedestrians on their way to work. Most likely to an office where they loved what they had to do - no day the same. Oh, how she longed to be back in their shoes, like before she fell from grace, but it was too far-fetched after what she did.
She arrived to her new high school. Carly first saw stairs that led to a big gate with the words, “Allyson Preparatory School.” She entered through big entrance doors and felt the fresh air conditioning on her face. Carly saw a group of people around the front entrance to greet new people with a smile on their face. She wondered if those were real smiles as continued to walk through the hallway.
Stumbling down the she landed at the doorstep of a rustic, old and wet house. Her suitcase lay on the ground and her clothes were scattered on the cold and damp floor. Rain fell as she clumsily picked up her belongings while twisting the doorknob. She gently closed the door, dragging her bag into the house.
felt my heart begin to beat faster as I saw the one I was looking for.
The forests were on fire. Ablaze, kin with the flickering, smouldering flames, the leaves burned and the wood became black. The grass beneath all the canopies and stretching branches grew a shade of intense yellow and orange when the crackling destruction reached with long tendrils, the inexistent hands waving their fingers and setting it all aflame.
Performance Improvement Programs are programs designed to improve performance of employees in the areas of attendance, participation, productivity, product or service quality, teamwork, etc. Performance improvement highlights processes and systems that need to be improved. Then, there is a follow-up with an action plan to improve the outcomes.
I was so moved and inspired by The Help. It was possibly one of the greatest books that I have ever read. I went into reading the book thinking that it was going to be just another piece of literature on the Civil Rights Movement, but it was much more than that. The Help encompasses all aspects of life while portraying the 1960s perfectly. It touched my heart in many ways.
It was cold, damp, the smell of old earth, vomit, and other bodily fluids filled the air the further through the corridor you traveled. A single torch was lit by the locked door at the bottom of the stone stair case that seperated the free from the imprisoned. On the other side of the door were rows of stone walled cells. Prisoners never meant to see the light of day again. "
Outside the museum, there are about five or six children all whooping and running in and out of these sprinklers. Tommy asks me if I think the sprinklers are a part of the museum. I tell him I hope they are, that the sprinklers are the best damn art I have ever seen. The children all have muddy knees and dirt mustaches and they aren’t doing much of anything except for running and whooping. Dad comes up to Tommy and me.