As I sat at my desk in my chiropractor’s office, I received a phone call from my sister Trivia saying, “You have an invitation to your friend Suzie’s Wedding.” I said, “I’ll be over later to pick it up.” I hung up the phone and began to reminisce on how we didnt like each other in high school, but she is sending me an invitation to her wedding. I later began thinking harder. So I called Bri, and asked her, “Should that be a good idea to attend or the worst idea ever?” Bri told me, “Well I think you should attend, I’m going.” I asked, “Why?” Bri told me, “You shouldn’t hold a grudge for 20 years.” So I said, Okay, I guess I’ll attend since it has been 20 years.” I started packing my things, so I could leave my office. As I was packing my things, something said, “Call and ask Trivia for Suzie’s number.” So I called Trivia. She gave me the number. I called Suzie and asked her, “Why did you invite me to your wedding?” She told me, “Because you were my best friend in high school, and I really want you to attend.” I started to laugh and said, “Okay and I may be able to attend. Where is it going to be held?” Suzie told me, “The wedding will take place at the end of a gravel sun baked road, in the old farm house. The wedding will begin at 3p.m.” I said, “Okay” and hung up the phone. I then began thinking about all of the events that had taken place 20 years ago in the old farmhouse. I remember Bri and Chavis fighting in the unshuttered windows that probably stood dark and empty now. I arrived home, stepped out of my car, walked up the steps, and entered my house. My husband greeted me at the door and kissed me on the cheek. He said, “Good evening Baby, How was your day?” I responded, “Good evening Sweetie and my day was fine I guess.”... ... middle of paper ... ... We all began to stand around and have conversation with each other. That’s when Suzie approached me and said, “I didn’t know that you would even come.” I told her, “I don’t hold grudges especially after 20 years. She had no words to say. So as I turned my back and went back to conversing with Akia and the rest of the class, Suzie decided she wanted to push and shove, on her wedding day. I turned to Suzie and punched her in the face. I really did hate my favorite niece London had to see me act that way, but I showed Suzie after 20 years, I hadn’t changed any. I still could fight with her and argue too. After all the drama, and me fighting the bride on her wedding day, I decided to head back to Jacksonville, FL. I knew I had to head back to work on my patient’s. Wow! Who ever thought I’d have to fight a bride at her wedding. What a devastating experience for me.
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Hello. I am Daniel Gardner. My story today sets back a few years ago in a car. I look out the window from the back seat to see a beautiful blue sky with pearly white clouds scattered across the sky like dice. The sun glows across the sky like a beacon of hope. It reflects off of the sand as if it is beaming off of glass. The luscious variety of green grass with the bountiful palm trees sway softly with the breeze. The light turns green and we start to fly past it all as if time speeds up. we pull into the driveway to see not a beach house. But a mansion. We walk in and see the decor of the house as if angels have come through and done it themselves. We were finally on vacation.
Now I was a bit unsure about the duties of a best man, although I told Brian very early on that there was no way I was going to get off with a bridesmaid – I say that with no offence intended to Claire and Nicola who I’m sure you’ll all agree look lovely, and have done a great job today. So to find out what was expected of me, I turned to the internet and managed to find some really interesting stuff… but then remembered what I had gone onto it for in the first place, and set about plagiarising other people’s speeches from all the wedding sites I could find. So I accept no responsibility if this end result is rubbish. I know many of you will have been to a few weddings in your time, so can I suggest that you entertain yourselves quietly by playing wedding bingo – every time you hear a witty comment in my speech that you have already heard at another wedding, give yourself a point and the first one to five wins a piece of wedding cake.
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“Have a nice day.” the lady smiled big, giving back my moms credit card. We walk out through the sliding doors to the car. I open the door and the boot is lighter than I thought. I finally get into the car and plop into the seat.
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A new melody started up and like the wave at a baseball game the “ooohhs” and “aaahhs” from the crowd started on one side and ended on the other. From around the corner I could see the very top of a balding head. After they came around the corner of the crowd, I could see the wonderful sight of my stunning new bride accompanied by her father, a tall rugged man who is slightly balding. They walked towards me one step at a time slowly, but surely. It felt like time had slowed to a crawl as I waited for her to reach me.
I burned with rage to pursue the murderer of my peace and precipitate him into the ocean. I walked up and down my room hastily and perturbed, while my imagination conjured up a thousand images to torment and sting me. Why had I not followed him and closed with him in mortal strife? But I had suffered him to depart, and he had directed his course towards the mainland. I shuddered to think who might be the next victim sacrificed to his insatiate revenge. And then I thought again of his words -- "I WILL BE WITH YOU ON YOUR WEDDING-NIGHT." That, then, was the period fixed for the fulfillment of my
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There was no lawn, but there were four flower planters. The house was painted all white, with the exception of the front door that was painted light green. My grandfather was still young, strong, and full of life, he always had time to play with his grandchildren. Every Sunday he would take us to the park, would buy us ice cream, and take us to Sunday mass. On the day when this picture was taken, we were celebrating my 10th birthday, and I was dancing with my grandfather. I cannot remember the song, but I do remember what he told me while dancing slowly. He said “My little girl” how he used to call me,” in five years you won’t be a little girl, you will become a young lady.” At that moment I could not understand what he meant, but in my mind I was saying “grandpa I will always be your little girl.” While dancing, he made me a promise, “My little girl on your 15th birthday, I will dance the first song with you.” Who would know that he was going to die on my 15th birthday year, he passed away on June 21th, 1987 on Father’s Day. He left me with so many beautiful memories, but the most important was my first dance on my 10th birthday. On the night before my 15th birthday, I went to bed around 10 p.m. I was feeling depressed, because I was only thinking of the promise that my grandfather had made in the past. A promise that in my mind was not going to
Right now, a buzz is going through the hall in which all the seniors are waiting and they look like bees swarming in the hall. It’s becoming hot and we’re all getting impatient. Amber is more composed and enjoying the good times in the present. She is standing there happy but sad to be dispersing from the rest of her classmates. Ann, the smartest one is having a little fun but not really. Her feelings are that of a person who realizes she’s going to miss what she had, but wanting to get the ceremony over with because it’s taking too long. Standing in that room we are together and enjoying one last real time capturing a picture with each other. Amber’s mom is so proud of her daughter that she keeps talking and smiling and trying to part of every MOMent. Amber is thinking to herself that she wishes her mom weren’t there but she’s ‘happy inside because someone is cooing over’ her. As Ann is standing beside Amber she keeps getting these expressions that say, she likes being with her friends but, ‘what is taking so long? Can’t we get out of these dang robes, yet?’