Nothing. Nothing is there. I blink in incredulity as a half-devoured cookie drops from my mouth- wide open in shock- to my dilapidated sneakers, laden in dirt. Perfect, can’t eat that now. Agh. I plop down onto the street curb in frustration. My eyes moisten and my stomach turns. I’m about to cry. Over a cookie. My poor, half-devoured cookie. Which still looks so heavenly, even laying there in the midst of the road, dressed in specks of dirt. My cookie. A tear glides down my cheek. God, this is so ridiculous. I rest my arms in my legs, and my head in my arms. And suddenly I see it. Chocolate daubed all over my newly purchased and already destroyed black jeans. “Crap!” I mutter. My body tosses itself into a paroxysm of angry movements, maybe …show more content…
And you still,” I inhale and exhale indignantly, “haven’t moved your foot.” He moves his foot. “Oh my, Lukey Pookey!” a woman exclaims, hobbling over the piles of leaves in the yard. “Strangers are bad! Get away! Get away! Come to mommy!” Luke spins around, chagrined. “Oh wait. Is this a friend? Do you have a friend? You haven’t had one since kindergarten! I was starting to think I would have to get you a therapist!” “Mom!” “Mom? What happened to ‘mommy’? You were calling me mommy just 5 minutes ago! You are growing up so quick! First a friend and now you call me mom. All in just one day!” His mother shifts to face me. “IT’S A GIRL! Your friend is a girl! A.. girlfriend… A GIRLFRIEND! DID MY LUKEY POOKEY FINALLY GET A GIRLFRIEND?” “Shut up, Mom,” he grumbles under his breath, bitterly. I can tell he is envious of me. He would so love it if is house took off with his mom still inside. I could see it in his eyes. His tired, twitching eyes. I struggle to suppress a giggle, but all that comes out is- “Hrigrifachiach.” The happy expression plastered on his mother’s face turns concerned for a brief moment, then bounces back to pleased. “So, what were you two talking about?” Luke’s mother …show more content…
“Where’d you get this one from? The looney bin?” His mom scoffs and shuffles back inside. Out of the corner of my eye I see her take a seat on a recliner conveniently placed by the window, and peek out from beyond the curtains. “I’m sorry about her,” Luke mumbles, noticeably perturbed. “What’s your—uh—your address?” “Excuse me?” I scoff. “Your address. You said your house is ‘missing’, maybe I can—er—help you find it if I know where it is. Or I—I mean was.” My mouth forms the shape of an ‘o’ as his words settle into the cracks and crevices of my likely quite small brain. I involuntarily let out a “hah”, and then without hesitation, give him my address. I mean, what could possibly happen if I gave him, a stranger, my address? He technically isn’t even a stranger, I know his name. I think it’s like… James, or something? He glares at me blankly. “What?” I say crossly. “You’re in the wrong neigh—hiccup—borhood,” he chuckles amusedly. “The wrong… neighborhood?” I raise one eyebrow in confusion. “Yeah. You—um—must have gotten off at the wrong bus stop, assuming you were on your way home from school when you realized your house was ‘missing,’” he pokes fun at
“ “You see?” [Mom] said. “Right there. That’s exactly what I’m saying. You’re way too easily embarrassed. Your father and I are who we are. Accept it.”
...form to the street below, I accidentally bump hard into somebody. I offer an apology to this fellow and stick my hand out in good will. He responds with a vile grunt and an ice-cold stare and mumbles, "Fuck off," before hurriedly scurrying away. Predictable, like a hackneyed cliche from the tobacco-chewing mouth of a vociferous Texas football coach in a half-time motivational talk with his players, is the behavior of this rough-hewn New Yorker.
When Arnold Friend, someone she has never seen but never talked to, shows up on her doorstep, she is somewhat defensive, but curious. I ain’t late, am I? is the first thing he says to her when she opens the screen door. Connie replies by saying, "Who the hell do you think you are?" a typical response of someone in that situation.
A dark brown roof with the light brown roofed garage. I said ok. He then asked me, do the automobiles still have wooden rims and axles? I said, the cars haven't had those since the 1920’s. He gasped, The twenties are over?? I said yes. He asked me panicking, what year is it?? I said, it’s 2015. April 17. Sweet mercy!. Is my house gone? I swear it was here in 1926. 1926? are you dead, I asked? No I was evicted in 1926. They tore down my home, didn’t they? Where’s my family. Tears flooded his eyes. What’s their names? Ruth and Bernard Goldstein. We used to live on this lot. I said well my grandparents live here now. They have been since 1975. Who are you? I’m Zac. Short for Zachary. My full name is Zachary Dorf. Are you Jewish? I said, yes I am. Born and raised. Have you seen it. Seen what? the Key. Key?? Yes Zac the pure silver key. It was my Omi Shannon’s key. it lead to my safe spot. Zac where’s my safe spot? Did the tall coated man come back for mommy and daddy? I said slow down buddy. What’s your name pal? Walter Millard Goldstein. Zac, is the safe spot
My favorite child hood snack was Hershey’s Cookies and cream white chocolate candy bar. I couldn’t get enough of them when I was younger. So I was thrilled with this assignment to see what ingredients this delicious candy contains. The five interesting ingredients I found in this candy bar is Vegetable Oil, Cocoa Butter, Folic Acid, Shea, and Corn Syrup.
The delicious smell of chocolate chip cookies is known to everyone across the nation. Americans thrive on deserts and chocolate chip cookies happen to be one of the many favorites. As there are many different types of deserts, there are also many different brands of chocolate chip cookies. Most Americans have their own preferences about which chocolate chip cookie they consider the best. I made it my goal to go out an find the best chocolate chip cookie by surveying people and testing three popular brands of cookies for flavor, chewiness, and appearance.
Americans consume chocolate every day, we love it. It gives us a little morsel of happiness when we consume it. But what effects does it have on others when we consume it? Do other Americans know what went into making that fun size Snickers Bar? Most people don’t, in Africa children are kidnapped and smuggled across the continent to work as slaves on coca plantations. The children smuggled for slave work are as young as seven years old. Daily hundreds of children are trafficked to the Ivory Coast, which is a renowned area where most chocolate plantations are. It is sickening that children are taken away from their home to work on farms as slaves. Not living a fun and educated childhood, they are worked in unsafe and unethical environments.
“You’ll fall,” Luke said, and Eleanor gasped; she brought her eyes down with an effort and found
First, to start the cookie dough, get out your brown sugar and a ¾ measuring cup. Take the brown sugar and pick it so you get the right amount. After its packed down pour it into the bowl.
He cracks jokes, plays pranks, and “clowns around,” to have fun. He makes people laugh
"Pardon me, Aunt Leslie, but what do you mean by leaving? I'm not going back to Geraldine. I love it here." She looked at me as if I was mad. "How could you possibly love it here? The streets are crowded, the people are loud, the air is filthy" She didn't get me. I know she didn't. But I don't want to go back.
That should have been enough right? WRONG! She completely stopped eating her cookie.
There are many myths and misunderstandings about chocolate. For example, chocolate is not addictive. Many people might consider themselves “chocoholics”, but the fact of the matter is that there is now actual chemical addiction. Researchers, instead, insist that chocolate cravings are stimulated by the “sensory properties”, such as the smell, taste and texture, of chocolate (Brody Pars. 26). In a study concerning the satisfaction of a chocolate craving, one group was given a milk chocolate bar, one group was given a white chocolate bar that contains no actual cocoa, one group was given a capsule of cocoa powder, a...
“ Okay, well don’t keep us waiting.” I respond back. Mom looks over at Dad then says, “ Your Dad and I both got job offers in Maryland and so we may consider taking them, which means we have to move. New house, new school, new…”
“Woah it’s fine, Maggie he’s my friend, Right” He remarked as his eyes bounced from me to the boy who got shoved. By the look on his face they were definitely not friends. “Chill out Maggie” he uttered. Right when he told me to chill out it made me so much less