I slowly awoke and glanced at the bright pink and yellow Hello Kitty wall clock that hung above the chipped bedroom door. It was already ten minutes past 10 A.M. Waking up, I ponder whether I have the day off from school considering school begins at 8 A.M. As a seven-year-old, I relied on my mother to wake me. I trudged groggily over the white stained carpets that led to her bedroom door just down the hall. I barged in to find her asleep on her back, arms spread wide as if she did not have a care in the world. This came as no surprise to me, considering this was a common occurrence. Concern began to consume my young and swimming thoughts. Instead, my older siblings silently cheered and jumped down two long flights of stairs leading to the clothes covered living room to watch T.V. This was the third time in one week. …show more content…
At the time he was in the air force, deployed and living in Texas. I was always a responsible child, so missing school came as a great deal of stress. He then told me, if I did chores around the house and had my unreliable mother call and confirm them, he would send me money. For what seemed like ages to a young seven-year-old, I scrubbed mildew off the once faded kitchen tiles. I also vacuumed the year-old dust bunnies from under the sagging brown couch, and whatever else had not been touched in the years that we inhabited that old house at the corner of the col-de-sac. I worked diligently and every week I would have five dollars in the mail. My ultimate goal was to buy my own alarm-clock and never miss school
THE PAST :.. In days gone by, the four species managed to live in perfect harmony. Witches, werewolves and vampires lived in secret, blending in with the humans on a daily basis - and the humans remained completely in the dark about their existence. It was after thousands of years of living this way, whilst everything was completely normal, that a small group of vampires decided that they’d had enough. They spent months devising plans.
“The house is settling,” my Italian carer would say as the lights dimmed and glowed in her ghostly presence… but this wasn’t all the house did. I slept in my room. Well, not really slept. Sleep was never something I did much of, especially early on. My worries at seven pm far outweighed my need for sleep. Awake. Forever awake. My father had left me. My mother…
Chapter One On a typically gloomy morning in Chesapeake, Virginia, a thirteen-year-old girl was the only one awake. It was two o’clock in the morning, which was extremely early for anybody, even Sydney. However, she had things on her mind that kept her wide awake. As she paced the room, she scribbled on a clipboard, often pausing to shake her head and cross something out.
The night before, I didn’t practice my English so I knew what to say. By now, I knew most of the words, so I would just let my heart guide me. Besides, my cramped old house, which is actually just a junky garage in an abandoned alley, is too small to let out my feelings. Once I got to school after a cold walk in the snow, I placed myself by her locker and waited. Fourteen minutes had gone by, and still no sign of Lily. I only had a minute to get to class now, so I hurriedly collected myself and ran to my locker. I was disappointed, knowing that without Lily here, it would be the hardest day of school. I opened my locker and to my surprise a note fell to the floor. I quickly picked it up and gazed at the neat handwriting that clearly spelled my name.
It was the middle of the night when my mother got a phone call. The car ride was silent, my father had a blank stare and my mother was silently crying. I had no idea where we were headed but I knew this empty feeling in my stomach would not go away. Walking through the long bright hallways, passing through an endless amount of doors, we had finally arrived. As we
A thick plume of black smoke and ash hung in the air in a heavy haze, almost completely obscuring the lurid red glow of the waning sun. Below, a cloud of grey plaster dust twisted and writhed amid the sea of debris as intermittent eddies of wind gusted by.
She woke up at 6:00 am one morning to the sounds of loud banging on the door, but she was used to it as that was just her morning alarm. She got out of bed and changed into her baggy, worn-out red dress that didn’t fit her right anymore. She then made her bed, making sure to keep the crisp white sheets straight
On a cold windy night, the sound of bombs dropping echoed not too far away. Ahmad was laying down thinking about his life. He contemplated his existence by asking himself questions. Is his life worth it? Is staying in the country worth risking his life?
It also showed to me that he is more selfless than selfish. When I paid him back I gave him $30 instead of $20 because I felt like he deserved it. It was amazing because he got so happy when he saw the money. When I was in 7th grade, I was getting good grades. Since I was getting good grades, I would come home and brag to my mom about them.
I wake up comb my thick hair, brush my teeth, and get dressed. Numerous times I have thought about kids taunting me however, I began to recollect what mama said to me. She left the book on the kitchen table for me to read. I stood on the porch looking out past the yellow field, to the dirt road where the bus picks me up. My stomach cringes at the thought of going to school, but the rain soothed me, music was made and when the sun came out, a flawless ornamentation
“They’re arguing about our sailing time,” replied Mark. “Specifically, why have we not departed already?” Other people added their voices to the argument, excitedly gesturing and complaining. Amos appeared crossing the companionway to the deck.
The land was dead, and he was a specter as his bloody white form crept from the border. His solid hooves lightly kissed the ground with each careful step. He was thankful that his colors, obnoxiously flashy as they were, did not absorb much heat as it was a hot summer day and the sun beat down relentlessly from its throne in the sky. Its rays filtered down through the foliage of Deephaven, warming his skin, and he avoided patches where the leaves did not provide sufficient shade. The stallion was in no hurry to speed this affair and expend his energy, as shown by his cautious gait.
It was the first week of school. The smell and the warmth of April's wondrous springtime filled the people of Namimori with ease at this pleasant experience of the first few months of spring. Adults were getting ready for their jobs while children were preparing themselves for both, their first day of school and their possible reunion with Hibari-san's tonfa. Of course, if the students are late, that'll be unfortunate.
I scarcely snoozed at all, the day before; incidentally, I felt insecure regarding the fact of what the unfamiliar tomorrow may bring and that was rather unnerving. After awakening from a practically restless slumber, I had a hefty breakfast expecting that by the conclusion of the day, all I wanted to do is go back home and sleep. Finally, after it was over, my dad gladly drove me to school; there, stood the place where I would spend my next four years of my life.
When do you feel like it's time for a change? I’ll tell you a story about a girl who always felt misunderstood. Well, to start with her appearance she was about 5’5 and 135 pounds curvier than other girls, really dark skin almost like a healthy dark chocolate Hershey’s kiss. Her hair was always burgundy like piece of red velvet cake, she had some many ear piercing you would think she was part of a rock band. Only you will learn she didn’t belong to anything.