On October 28, 2014 on a sunny sunday afternoon all you here is me yelling what time is it then my team saying “Game Time!!!”. This was the last round of playoffs, whoever won this game was going to the championships at Pal stadium. There was a lot of muggin going on (staring at someone in an angry way) because we were playing Union City our rivals. But #10 was looking at me like someone told him who I was. He was wearing his Union city uniform he was about 5’8 a lil taller than me. The game had just started and we were doing the coin flip. When we had to shake hands I said good luck he didn’t say anything, then gave me a dirty look. But I didn’t let that affect me. During the game he was calling out my number every play. He was about to make a touchdown but I stopped him, he got really mad. When I ran the the ball out of bound he hit me in my leg. He got penalized but it didn’t hurt me. Then a couple of plays later he hit me in the back and I fell on my arm because I let my guard down and wasn’t aware. He penalized again, but all of a sudden I felt pain in my arm. I went to the medic. …show more content…
I just saw my mom’s black shirt and jeans, the medics white shirt and black pants, and my coach’s green shirt and white shirt. My mom rushed me to kaiser hospital because it had the shortest wait time. I was scared because I had never broke anything before, so I didn’t know what to expect. When they came out with the big numbing needles I didn’t care, until they put the needle in my arm it hurt really bad. “It won’t hurt that bad, it'll be over soon” said the nurse “Can you just hurry up and do it” I said “1....2….3….” she continued counting to
In the poem “The Double Play”, the author uses metaphors, words, and phrases to suggest turning a double play in baseball is like a dance. Some words throughout the poem could be used to connect the idea of a double play being like dancing. One word that could suggest this is, the word used “poised”, “Its flight to the running poised second baseman” (12). Poised in this sense could mean that the player knows what he is doing and has mastered the double play, while a dancer can be poised meaning light and graceful. Another word in this poem that relate to a double play and dancing is the term “pirouettes”, “Pirouettes / leaping, above the slide, to throw” (13-14). The player is described to be doing a pirouette in the double play while in the
I packed my things into a small U-Haul. We were leaving the town I had always known, Houston, to go someplace I barely knew, a small town named Navasota. We moved when I was four because my parents wanted us to experience a small town like they had grown up in. Would I find new friends? Would the people there like me?
Dramatic Monologues The dramatic monologue features a speaker talking to a silent listener about a dramatic event or experience. The use of this technique affords the reader an intimate knowledge of the speaker's changing thoughts and feelings. In a sense, the poet brings the reader inside the mind of the speaker. (Glenn Everett online) Like a sculpturer pressing clay to form a man, a writer can create a persona with words. Every stroke of his hand becomes his or her own style, slowly creating this stone image.
Hi Melinda. I am excited to see another small town Texas girl in class. Have you always lived in a small town? We moved here from Round Rock eleven years ago. I love it. I get how busy it is to work full time and be a single mom. My husband and I separated two years ago next month. Most of the time it is me and my gang of seven blessings. It doesn’t leave much time for extras. I will definitely be keeping you in my prayers.
In the wee hours of the morning time moved like dripping tar. The saturnine darkness slinked into every fissure, every crevice of the old theater corrupting all that it touched. A lonesome stage stood waiting for an actor, a comedian, a singer, or any artist to once again use its firm platform to entertain a new. Long had the theater lay dormant. Too many years had passed since the last play had worked its magic for an enthralled audience. Without warning the sound of sobbing broke the quiet of night. Beneath the stage a wretched man lay captive within a small cell. His hair matted, his face dirty and unshaven, his eyes were blood shot from endless tears. And then he jumped like an animal to cling from the bars. He tossed his head back to howl
"Father,what were you thinking?!" I stood in the doorway of his study furious."Do you believe that what you did today was even in the slightest bit of humane?"
I had always enjoyed going to the theatre. Ever since I was a little girl my father would take me to all the play that were in town. He always bought the best tickets for me for he knew it was the only thing I truly loved; he also managed to take me backstage when the director of the acting company was friend of his. He had a lot of friends because of his work; people respected him very much. I loved how actors would bring the most absurd scenes to live, and I enjoyed even more the reaction of the public to every singles face and phrase the appeared in the play.
Hey, I understand that I've really hurt you a lot this time. But please forgive me? I really hate to do this. I really do. You've been so nice to me and I've tried to be nice to you.
Jack's POV: Why, wasn't she eating? I desperately tried to hold my smile as I looked across at that lovely creature. She was stunning tonight that was for sure. Her hair fell down perfectly around her shoulders, and the dress she had on was ravishing. Not too bad of a pick, Jack.
You asked me why I stopped loving you It’s because I destroyed you I ruin the things I love When I met you, you were so bright and full of life We laughed and cared for each other
I don't know where you're going, but I know I’m the one you want to forget. I may say that I don't care what you think, but I'm two quarters and a heart down, and I don't want to forget how your voice sounds. I want these words to make things right, but it's the wrongs that make the words come to life. So thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great. Come on, make it easy.
Is there any time that I have ever thought of committing suicide? Unfortunately, yeah. Each moment I sit at that corner, suicidal thoughts hits me, pleading for transformation and change. Apparently, every day I am alive, I ask myself, what if one day I jumped on the street? I only need to wait for something bigger such as a truck or a bus, and I am dead. In fact, that big object will not miss me, and I will have less time to feel the pain, but all my sufferings and trials will reach the end. No pain anymore! However, is there anyone to miss me? No no. I have no kids, friends or relatives to cry for me when I am gone.
More and more days passed, and with each day came new adventures for Dan, Emily, and Rosy in their secret garden. Dan even had their initials engraved on the tree where they met. However, after several weeks into knowing each other, Dan came knocking on Emily’s door, as he did every morning, only to be answered by his mother who told him to come back in a few days because Emily had caught a cold. Dan didn’t think of anything of it at the time, other than that it was a simple cold or fever that would be gone in no time.
VERSE 1 If there was a way to make it up I am willing to do it I miss u so much that I am willing to give up my friends that are boys. I really miss how u always cared about everyone and just u were the best person i will like and that I ever know you r the reason y i would get up in the morning and walk the halls just to see u u were really funny and u never told me something that made me cry until now. When u said u were gonna break up with me. Chorus I know I have done many things to break your heart and be mad at me but without you I am nothing I fell like a big piece of my heart is breaking I think of you all the time just the smell of you makes me cry when I see you in the I cry because I miss u
My Love Ryan I hate that the phone hung up on us ugh... Well we've so much to talk about .. It's crazy how when we were talking and you said my Dream was my guilt :-( ... yes your right! It's the fact that I just stayed away so long and I'm sorry Ryan for leaving... and I can hear in your voice how you changed and have a new out look on your path in life the direction your going in..