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The importance of friendships
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A year ago I left ______I started going to an amazing school and met a whole plethora of wonderful, cute people. I made new, lovely friends that are some of the best people I’ve ever met. One person stood out from the rest, though. This ginger boy with the disposition of a golden retriever and a smile that I swear could make flowers grow. Of course I didn’t realize it at the time, but he’s the boy I would come to fall in love with. Now this boy—he is the biggest goofball I have ever met, but he’s the goofball that stole my heart, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Before this boy and I knew each other very well, our mutual friend Natalie invited us and the rest of our friends over for a movie night. If I were to pinpoint the exact moment
that I started to form a little crush on this boy, it would probably be this night. He could make me laugh—and that’s important. At the end of the night, he gave me a hug. I can’t exactly describe it, but it just felt right. It seemed to just progress naturally from there, and eventually he asked me to winter formal, which made me all kinds of happy. We had our first date at his house; I got to meet his beautiful german shepherds and we watched the Fault in Our Stars. Looking back on it, we were incredibly awkward and didn’t quite know how to act around each other yet. We sat there uncomfortably, about a foot away from each other on the couch because we didn’t know if it was okay to be affectionate and didn’t want to cross any boundaries. Eventually I worked up the courage to snuggle in to his side and he happily put his arm around me. After the movie was over we went to his room and sat on his couch and just talked for hours until I had to leave. I was simply fascinated with this boy; he was so kind and interesting, and I wanted to learn everything there was to learn about him. With time we grew more and more comfortable with each other and today we are honestly as happy as can be and are just so incredibly lucky to have each other. I never expected that cute ginger boy to become so important to me, yet here we are, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
when I was ten years old I lost my grandpa, it was a very bad experience for me but it made me stronger. I remember when he taught me how to catch a baseball, ride a bike, mow the lawn and a lot of other things that I will forever cherish in my heart. the memory I will never forget though is when he taught me everything I needed to know about baseball. we would always go outside together and he would do certain agilities with me to build my stamina, teach me how to catch a pop-fly and he would work on pitching with me which is actually one of my main position that I play today. baseball was a big part of my grandpas life and he always wanted me to play In the major leagues. once he passed away my motives for playing in the major leagues increased.
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
War is just a f*ckin’ job, ye huv tae remember that, awright? Cause when yer blasting somebody’s brains oot, it’s kinda f*cking hard tae wonder if that wis the right hing tae dae. A wonder every time a kill somebody, but am still daing my job, cause it’s ma duty, tae protect fi the enemy. “The boys don’t think you should be here, they think you’re old, and that you should leave to free up space for the ‘true’ Americans”. F*ck the boys. “Well excuse me if a sound rude but, am the best sniper America f*ckin’ has”. He kens that, but witever, al say it anyway. “I understand that, but I can’t have the boys doing anything stupid, so I’m sending you out to take down a chopper that’s attempting to attack us later today”. Jesus Christ. I like him but aw the ‘boys’ are f*cking c*nts. Hate all of em’.
Growing up I really didn't have a choice but to love the game of football. I played little league football for four years. Two years with the Pleasant Grove Broncos and two years with the Pleasant Grove Trojans. My dad was my football coach when I played for the trojans. However, my younger brother was always better than me. Once on the field he ran me flat over. I layed on the ground in thought to myself “was football really for me”. Everygame my brother would run up and down the field continuously. Instead of running on the field with him I was running up and down the sideline cheering him own as he scored. I started to feel as I was not apart of the team, every single game I was on the sideline waiting to get in but the coaches never put me in. I would
When I went to bed on that cold Halloween night, I thought it would be like any other. Well, I was dead wrong. As I slowly walked down the creaky stairs, I could hear the quiet laughter of whatever was down there. I was very scared but I wanted to see what the noise was, so i tried not to make any noise while I went down the stairs so whatever was down there wouldn't hear me. I saw something reddish and i heard someone saying OH YEAH! I then ran upstairs and shut my door. I tried to think of what i've heard OH YEAH from, and then i realized it was from a commercial, a kool aid commercial. So i thought to myself why would he kool aid man be at my house and then i remembered I threw away a whole bottle of kool aid yesterday. Now a guess he has
Because this is a novel excerpt, I was in trouble figuring out what was happening in some moments. The beginning fascinated me when I found the hero is a killer. He was thrown a big trouble of this targeted girl. The previous failure task strengthened the trouble. I really wanted to know why he decided to help the girl, because the end of the mission scene is just he wanted to have a mix of business and pleasure. It is interesting that Alistair is a gambler and killer at the same time. He also gets drunk always, which doesn’t seem to be a quality killer should have. This could have very good explanations and development in the plot. I like it when the last mission is to kill his father. It was a little surprise.
“You bang on my door, like a knock-knock joke that I'm scared to hear the punch line to, because the who somehow always turns out to be you, and it's always nothing new. We've been through the same old Sing-a-long song and lap dance before.” These are the opening lyrics to Let Me Go by Shane Koyczan, a song that brought light to a dark place inside of me, and may very well have saved my life. I first heard this song when I was in the middle of a deep depression my sophomore year of high school, and it helped to drag me from the depths and show me the light. Being the middle child I had to find some way to distinguish myself from my siblings, and for a long time I was defined by my illness; I get chronic migraines. After we started to get my migraines under control I was then defined by my smarts; I always studied the most, got the best grades, and all of my teachers loved me. As I got older most of my friends started experimenting with drugs and alcohol; I wanted nothing to do with any of that stuff because I had seen firsthand the way my father’s alcoholism and drug addiction tore apart my parent’s marriage; therefore my friends and I started to drift apart.
Paper airplanes. That's all it took. How stupid I was to befriend him, how stupid it was for me to kiss him. To believe that we were in love, only for him to imprison me. Hold me captive. He has taken everything from me. The life I had, the people I knew. All gone because he made me think we had something special. Never in my life have I ever made a mistake this big.
“SMASH” my head hits the lockers hard “GIVE ME ALL YOUR LUNCH MONEY” Daniel says “okay” I say with a whimpery tone “here take it”i say while i give him $5.50.”WHOH WHOH WHOH WHOH that’s enough of that” Steven says. STOP RIGHT THERE!!!!!! let me tell you a little about what’s going on right now. Im Max the little kid thats getting bullied. Daniel is the tall,strong and really big kid that's bullying me and Steven he is the only person that i’ve ever told that i'm being
Unfamiliar music is blaring out of the speakers as Meg and I abandon the dance floor for another round of drinks. This will be the first drink we pay for ourselves all night; earlier this evening we used a ticket for free drinks at the pub across from our hostel. Walking down the sunny streets of Byron Bay, it’s nearly impossible not to be given tickets for night life activities, therefore it is no surprise when we run into two of our hostel roommates at the pub. Two pretty blonde Swedish girls who have mostly kept to themselves during their stay. We have made friends with most of the roommates that have come through our hostel, however these Swedish girls haven’t come across all too friendly. Honestly, I find them rather standoffish and rude.
I looked down into the depths of the aquamarine abyss and knew that I would have to be emerged in the crystal-like nectar sooner or later. Bending over, I let my fingers graze the surface of the water. It felt like the fabric of a child’s favorite bedtime blanket; smooth, alluring and overall enchanting. With each passing of my hand through the water, it dawned on me how much I rather preferred the solitude of the locker room. As I stood up straight, I became fixated at my reflection in the hypnotizing current of the pool. I tugged at my ample shirt to make sure that no one could see the unoblivious muffin top that cascaded over my taut hawaiian printed swim trunks. When I measured myself from head-to-toe, the only result was that of me seeing myself as a rejected Mr.Potato Head. Taking in a deep breath of humid, chlorine-stenched air, I cautiously made my way over to the bench for roll call.
And just to clarify: I would've been fine YET AGAIN if you had just been honest and straight up with me. Just like all the god damn times before.
Not too long ago, I stormed off my apartment door slammed going to the park just because my mom couldn’t stop nagging constantly. I swear every moment I’m with her she can’t stop nagging! The things that comes out of her mouth is as if the sound effects from Charlie Brown, like when Charlie Brown is having a conversation with an older person, “WONK WONK…” is the sound the older person replies with. That’s exactly what happens when I’m with my mom having a conversation. It gets so annoying until, one day I had enough of it.
I just want to let you know that I understand you were upset with me because I don't communicate enough and that you felt confused. The reason why I pursued you was because I felt like you have a good heart and we had a lot of things in common and could talk about anything under the sun. But I don't like to open up to people this earlyI understand some may see it as a flaw. But just telling people my older brother past 2 months ago is was big because I try not get emotional about things. And yeah I mad the mistake assuming that you were talking to other dudes. I just expect the worst from people because I once was a Naive open book and been taken advantage of by "friends" and ex lovers. And I've learn that sometimes you have to feel people
“Love is true and solemnly between two people, a deep devotion shared.” This is the quote that lay under my shrine of Garrett. He was so beautiful, with his long gold locks, and his sun kissed skin. I loved him so much, he was the perfect boy. Today I had to look my very best, as it was the first day of my second year at Newhall High. I woke up at five in the morning to do my hair and makeup perfectly. I didn’t have to worry about my outfit, as I stayed up until three picking it out the night before. Everyday since the sixth grade, I forced myself to kiss goodbye my shrine of Garrett, and if I didn’t, it would mess up my entire daily routine for the day. If everything wasn’t perfectly perfect, how could I function?