“Here we go again, another attractive man goes to Molly Beck for help.” I said to myself. Molly Beck is a beautiful girl; she has stunning greyish blue eyes and long curly brown hair. Everyone who works at Wa-wa wants to be her. I watch her as she gave her number to the gorgeous man in the blue t-shirt and sweatpants. He walked away with an enormous smile on his face. It was closing time, I locked up and saw the same gorgeous man behind me. He wore a black sweater with black pants with a tint of grey he probably got from Express in the mall. When he approached me, I was wished he would ask me out on a date, walk me to the beautiful sports car - Ferrari 458 Speciale. “Hello? Hello? I’m looking for Molly Beck.” He said. “Oh, my apologue. I will page her,” I said. I saw Molly Beck walking down to us, she was wore a grey dress with black spots and a burgundy scarf. I watched them as he opened his Ferrari 458 Speciale car door for her and wondered what was going to be her excuse for leaving this one. I locked up and went home. The next morning I went …show more content…
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I said as I’m jumped over the counter. He tried to make a run for it, but I aggressively stopped him by twisting his arm backwards. Molly Beck ran over to me “ What’s going on! Why are you manhandling him?” “I caught him stealing.” I said “Please, I beg of you, don’t call the cops.” He said as he was crying. Molly Beck walks to the register and grabs the phone and starts dialing. “What are you doing? Wait don’t call.” I said, “Let him explain himself.” I nudged him and said, “Okay go.” “I haven’t eaten for four days. I need food in my body and for my dog Puma. He’s only one-year-old, if you don’t want to help me, please help my dog. He’s all I have left.” “I’m calling the police. This guy is full of it.” Molly said “No! Stop.” I yelled. I let go of his arm and asked for his name. He said “Daniel, Daniel Foster.” “Okay Daniel, I’m Jessica you can call me Jess. I’ll help you.” I
“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.
I am the wife of an innocent dead man. I raised three without a father. People see us as less. We are the Robinson, and me I’m Helen Robinson. Living in the deep south in the 1930’s wineries. The Depression affected most everyone in Maycomb except for us. All of the blacks in the county live in one area outside of the landfill. I lived on the edge of farm which grows acres of cotton every year. We were a poor family that sharecropped. There weren't many people in Maycomb who treated us kindly except for Mr. Link Deas and the Finches. One year the white trash family accused my Tom for a serious crime that he never did. For months we never saw him due to the polices never let blacks and women in. The Finches and neighbours came and helped during
The concept for this script, in its simplicity, was wildly creative and holds true to the popular phrase, “be careful what you wish for.” The writer really did a great job of keep the reader engaged in the narrative with the unpredictability of the wishes and the Josie’s escalated involvement with Stan’s character.
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.
Judy pov Judy had been sleeping yesterday after what happened it wasn’t that late and she still had classes to go to but, she didn’t, not with her face mark like that. Needless to say it was an awkward day as her and Nick were basically trapped together in the room. It had been two days
I, Eliza Wishart am here today to respond to everyone’s confusion over my own house being alit on fire. Up until now I have felt no need at all to confirm or deny any of the accusations or rumours made. However, I am here today to clear my conscious and help the town of Corrigan understand what happened behind the scenes at the disastrous time my sister, Laura Wishart, was found dead and why my house was set a flame.
Her ears are ringing, nose is bleeding, she can’t see a thing. I’m Maggie Rhee, she tried to howl. But no words could make it out of her scarlet red mouth. She’s trapped, stranded at the bottom of an average isolated cliff; he just pushed her off, as a matter of fact. She had found out his big, horrendous secret. Where am I, Maggie thought, trying to piece everything together. She had then let the darkness succumb her, and now she lay dead. What happened might you ask? That’s the secret I’ll tell right now. Well, it was a dark and stormy night; however, the full moon gave the dark skies a ray of light. Maggie Rhee had just been invited to the one and only Prince Alvah’s dark citadel. To much confusion, her mother, father, sisters and brothers had not been invited. But it was an invitation she could not refuse. When she made it
Mary Ludwig, also known as Molly Pitcher, was born on October 13, 1754, in Trenton, New Jersey. In 1768, she moved to Carlisle, Pennsylvania. She liked men.`There she met William Hays, the local barber. They married on July 24, 1769. The Battle of Monmouth in Freehold was the battle that hays fought in on June 28, 1778, a superduper hot day. Mary was present as well, and she made a lot of trips to a nearby spring to fill pitchers of cold water for soldiers to drink and pour over their cannons to cool them down.
The Lie The air inside the airplane was stale. The plane was about to take off on its way to Ottawa. Ella was seated. She was comfortably alone. “Ahh, peace and quiet.”
You know that feeling when everyone and everything around you is so fragile so you feel the need to be still and hold your breathe because you feel like if you don't your life will crumble? Sometimes the world feels like that. " OLIVIA COME HERE IT'S IMPORTATNT!" , mom screamed from the kitchen..
“If we leave tonight, Miss Martha will never notice us gone,” Margot explained. “Are you mad? She would call the policemen!” Lucy fearfully replied. “Nonsense.
Well, as you can imagine, the reputation of these praying boys started to grow. A service did not go by at our church when they were not mentioned or something was not brought up about these boys. I was having the time of my life. We still continued to meet during family night at our church and pray the entire time.
When I wake up, I see everything blurry. I blink a few times. My mind wanders for an explanation. Today I am Julia Scuccuglia. She is twelve years old and moved from Brazil about a week ago.
I was madly in love with her. I think she forgot sometimes just how much considering she would asked me every five minutes, but wasn’t it obvious? I mean I used to sit with her when she was ill; make her laugh when she was sad; watch the notebook everyday just because it was her favourite movie and seeing her face light up with excitement each time was worth it. We spent every second together we were the power couple, well that’s what people labelled us anyways.
Molly, Molly! Molly help! I heard coming from the bathroom. “ Hello?” lindsey asked me, “so are you gonna show up tonight or what like lemme know already,” She said all sure of herself.