You know I always bite my tongue but its been a lot of things I have been holding back on saying. I would greatly appreciate it if you could please stop tagging me in every little picture you see of babies on Facebook. Everyone knows I have a daughter, its no need to constantly post all day. Also, I hate how when I went in the hospital to have my daughter you came and I didn’t tell you to. Last summer me and my best friend had made plans for the future. We had promise one another if we were ever to have children, she would be my kids godmother and vice versa. Although, I’ve been trying to hold back from confronting you for lying saying Chat couldn’t come in the room when I was about to give birth. Come on now, you knew only three people could be in the room and visiting hours aren’t over until eight …show more content…
When I first met you, I thought you was the sweetest little girl and you reminded me a lot of myself. As I have gotten to know you, you’ve brought nothing but drama into my life. I’m a teen parent, I have enough on my plate as it is. Please keep out of your drama! You are a kid trying to live life like others, slow your role baby girl. Someone should’ve taught you how to be a leader, instead of following and choosing to do whatever others do. I’ve never got to know you for yourself because you’re always pretending to be like others. You’ve got to learn how to be yourself and how to stay of drama. Drama doesn’t get you far in life. I don’t know what you’re going to do next year after me and Chat leave the high. Everyone in your grade has wiped their hands with you. However, if you show them how good your heart really is you’ll get your old friends back. In life you have to grow and mature, stop being childish it’s time to get serious you’re almost seventeen it’s no more time left to play. My fellow friends and I think you should stop telling all your business to social
“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.
So what can go wrong with a long so strong, a hold you so tight, a night so calm
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.
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.
It was a bright and sunny June day. It was all calm at the jury house, Sheila was getting ready for her first case. It was about a person being murdered. Her witness, Mr. Leblanc, asked her if she can help him find his wife. She said that she can’t.
She avoided me and refused to answer any texts. On the other hand, I had Aidan pouring fuel on the fire and dispersing sarcastic comments left and right. Somewhere in the midst of this he created a Mean Mady club and said I was the leader. Days at LCDS began to run slower and slower and I honestly wanted to know what was wrong with Mady blissfully unaware of the crap Aidan was throwing out. “You’re cyberbullying” this girl named MaKayla told me. Cyberbullying? Because I texted Mady wanting to know what was wrong? Early one morning I had an urge to get to the bottom of what was going on. I texted Mady saying I had no idea what was going on and I really wanted to go back to the way things used to be. Who responded? Not Mady, but her mom, Kate. She scolded me for “bullying” her helpless daughter and that I should be ashamed of the language I use. I had no clue what she was talking about but immediately after reading the text, a pall of dread enclosed around me. Panicked, I went to my mother. She too had been confused by the whole ordeal, and told me to respond asking what she meant. What it came down to was Kate Gosselin screaming at my mom over the phone as my mom yelled
Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump… “Maggie.” Channing Tatum was running towards me through a field of daisies. “Maggie,” he said through smiles. “Maggie. Maggie!” he yelled across the meadow. “MAGGIE!” I felt a slight stinging sensation on the top of my foot. Why is Channing Tatum yelling at me? “MAGGIE WAKE UP!!” I shot out of my wonderful dream, and returned to dull reality. As I sat up from my sleeping position in the old dingy red minivan, I bumped my forehead on the little notch used to hang garments from. “OW!!” I shrieked. My headphones fell off my head, and I saw my little brother in the middle seats motioning to my mom.
To begin with Abigail and I have been bestfriends since Pre-K. We were like two peas in a pod. From the first time we encountered one another our friendship became solid. However, like in any friendships or relationships there will be times when you dont see eye to eye. I guess this was one of those times.
He ran his soft hands over my lower back and moved them down to caress my legs, this sending movement through my upper calves. Being so close to him was ticklish, yet pleasurable… Evolving me to wince at every touch. The pleasurable side almost always overcomes the tingling ticklish side of being in the arms of someone I cared about so much. Just the thought of him- the way his smile lit up his whole face, and how he only smiled that way around me. We spent a lot of time squandering about, but every moment afterwards left you wanting more. When I wasn’t with him, my mind traveled to him. The thought of being surprised that his feelings were mutual had always stuck out. All of his charisma, and quirkiness piled together to make him. Being himself,
We’re halfway through the show and we’re about to sing “Little Things” and I get this idea. “To make this song even more special, we’ll each pick one of you to come up here with us.” After I finish the room goes insane and the lads look confused. So the band starts to play and we begin to look. Zayn and Harry were the first to find their girls in the first row, but Louis, Liam, and I took our time. This was my perfect move to find her and I know where she sits. When I was holding those small hands her bracelet said “Row K Seat 3”, so that’s where I’m looking. “Niall what’s taking so long it’s not like you’re looking for the one.” Harry joked and the crowd went wild. But I am, there’s something about her that makes me crazy. “I found her.” I reach out for
“I cannot wait till I grow up and wear makeup like my friends. “Makeup is going to make all the popular boys and girls like me. If you listen to other kids around you this is what they might say. Teens like you don’t need to where make up to look good because you’re beautiful in your own way.
This poem 's expressive purpose is to show how detrimental jealousy can be. This poem shows how the duke was overtaken by his desire to control the duchess and became overtaken by insecurity, jealousy, and egotistical feelings. This poem shows how one can be driven by greed and jealousy to commit atrocities. The direct purpose of the duke 's monologue is to act as a warning to the representative of the count so that the duke would not marry another woman like his "last duchess". However, the poem 's influence extends father than this and readers can see Browning 's commentary on love, power, greed, and art.
Many seek a reason to live, that fills the hollowness of their hearts with purpose. My brother, who has Autism, is that purpose. He has influenced my character and my convictions In the past, like so many others, I needed to feel a sense of belonging in society, in my family, and in the world. Whenever I turned on the television and watched the news, there were always disturbing cases of people abusing, torturing, and mistreating individuals like my brother.
18 years later, Pandora's daughter , Apoly, was a beautiful girl that had all the traits as her mother. Everyday Pandora would teach Apoly all she needed to know about tricking Zeus and everyone else, how to not get tricked back, and how much it means to her mother about fixing what she did to women. Pandora also made clothes as Apoly watched her mother´s fingers work day in and day out. On Apoly's birthday, she could not wait to go outside by herself for the first time. Pandora told her, "My daughter, I know I have been overprotective, but I did It because I love you. I hope you understand why I did it or my mistakes so you don't do the same things I did when I was around your age." Apoly cried, "I love you mom, and I do understand. I'm going