I was in the car with my best friend Hannah with her sitting passenger and I was in the driver’s seat. We were talking and laughing, having a great time without a care in the world. My stereo was on and playing was my favorite CD: Blurryface by Twenty One Pilots. We were on our way to a friend’s house and couldn’t wait to get there. The traffic started to slow us down but we didn’t let that damper our mood. I was just passing Cobblestone Dr. in our subdivision. Our speed was declining fast with the traffic light ahead at the corner on Pinehurst Dr. and Spring Hill Dr. and the tons of cars in front of me. The road is divided with a grass-filled median, two lanes on each side. I was driving on the right but in the left lane of the two. I see …show more content…
An added factor to her scariness was that she was yelling in what sounded like German. She legitimately looked insane and had a death glare that burned into my soul. I was about to shift into drive, while trying to quickly tell Hannah what had occurred. Hannah stopped me and stated,”Oh, she’s coming up to the window. Maybe she could help.” I was about to say “no” and drive off with no intended return. I heard horror music playing in my head. Before I could even think of what to do, she was right up at my window, wide-eyed. She gestured to open the door. There was no way I was doing that. She still had that aggressive tone in her facial expression. She couldn’t be trusted. She was crazy. I put my window down a little bit so I could see what she had to say. I was hoping it was an apology for rude she was to me. She fixed both of her hands so they were gripped on my window and she was trying to push it down and stick her face in it. She was mad but then said this: “Why are you trying to find this dog??” We replied to her and summed up what had happened, quickly. Her response was, “Why don’t you try to go find the owners?” We wanted to shake our heads and say to her, “What do you think we were doing?” but instead we let her talk. The last thing she said was, “Okay, girls, have a nice day and she walked away.” We were so shocked and confused at what just had happened. I sped off while I could get away. I didn’t want her to come back to the car and start something
She started going off about how she wanted to go outside and play. Mind you, there was a shower of rain going on. My uncle told her to be quiet. Five minutes passed and she started to whine again. Her dad was about to tell her something but he closed his mouth and handed her the newspaper he was reading. Mudpie yanked the newspaper out of his hand. She scanned the pages of the newspaper, looking for something. She seemed to have found it; I could tell by the way her smile grew wide.
I had mixed feelings one time when my friend, Gracie’s, twin sister was depressed. Her name is Meghan and she is 15 years old. She was depressed because her mom, Cathy, and her step dad had just split up. Meghan and her step dad were really close, so their breakup was not that easy for her. She had attempted suicide a few times for this reason. I should have said something that could have prevented her from trying to attempt suicide again. I learned that a friend is worth more than a secret.
While facing North, sitting stationary for a red traffic signal on Leo Kidd Avenue, I observed a blue, 4 door Kia traveling West on Ridge Road in the left lane. When the traffic signal turned green, I proceeded to cross the intersection of Ridge Road. However, the Kia continued to travel West through the steady red light almost causing a collision.
Road I descended a hill and came upon a narrow bridge. The car went off
I started to struggle academically as well as athletically, when my closet cousin, Alex Wolfe, committed suicide last year. I felt like I didn't care anymore and I was mad at the world. I was also mad at the school, so therefor, I didn't want do anything for it. I had an eye opening dream one night that involved Alex and I woke up the next morning and made a decision. I knew that I had overcame many obstacles and trials so I knew I had the guts to overcome this as well. I knew Alex would want me to excel instead of fall behind, so I did it. I went into every class that day with the perspective that I was going to do my very best in whatever I do. That same thing went for practices and games. I now regularly stay in that mindset and it helps
I was being held under with no idea when I may get up, getting tumbled and dragged along the ocean floor. Each chance I pop up and gasp for another breath of air another wave crashes on me causing me to choke on the salt from the ocean. This has been my experience in high school, and once I am graduated it will feel like I can finally catch my breath and ride that first wave.
Since early 2009, “Twenty One Pilots” has become incresingly popular in the Punk Rock and Alternative Rock music scenes. They have risen to the ranks of some of the genre’s well known bands such as Fall Out Boy and Panic! At the Disco. The band is labeled as part of the Punk Rock/ Alternative Rock genre . It would be more appropriate to give it the band it's own genre since it takes aspects from other genres as well. It's not quite rap, not quite rock, and not quite alternative either. More than anything, the band's music is an experience.
Me, Donna, my daughter, Gina, and her friend, Jenny got stranded in the middle of one of the most dangerous places in the world. There was nothing even remotely green, the place was a desert, and it had an area of 3 million acres. We were going to drive to a landmark but we must have taken a wrong turn once we hit the mountains, I tried the GPS but that got us more lost. Then our supplies including gas ran out and we have been walking ever since.
I was caught in a state of distress. Running low on time,I had to make a decision quickly; a decision that would play a pivotal point in my life. This is an aggravating moment every highschooler endures: the college application process.
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
When I was a Child, I have never stopped wondering what it would be to fly in the sky. I had tried to jump from sofa or bed with an opened umbrella in my hand，and imagined myself as a flying bird. As I grow up, those wonderful fantasy become faded in my brain. I still like flying, and I had experience something like helicopter tour, but never a real fly. I always have the thoughts to explore life, to experience
In the small town Elizabeth, Missouri with weather changing every day, it seemed like a normal day for jersey starting with dreary and gray skies but ended up that day alone, not knowing whether her family made it out of the storm.
During the long summer vacation, I went back to Korea. It was the best time, and I enjoyed every moment there. However, if I need to pick one event that affected me the most, I’d choose ‘Climbing’ without any hesitation. It was one of the exercising programs we had in our Substitute School. We all went to a climbing lesson and we found ourselves surrounded by a wall. The walls weren’t ordinary walls. There were holders stuck on the wall.
...ress with her dog addressed her attention towards me and said, “I am afraid that your dog will not survive. You should of just left him to die at your place.” The venom that dripped from her tone and volume soaked her words to me like all the malignant bacteria that thrive in the gutter of our trash receptacles. I was furious and did not believe one word that she had said. Although I was hesitant and distressed because it was my carelessness that led my poor dog to suffer.
We finish what we start. This was the motto that kept me going during the strenuous training period for a marathon. But prior to that, I must confess, I wasn’t an athlete. I was never interested in playing sports, except for recreational badminton. During gym class, I would walk three quarters of the time when it time for the dreaded mile run. I preferred staying indoors and sitting on the couch and watch movies. The first time I had heard about a marathon training program, called Dreamfar, in my school, I thought to myself, what kind of crazy person would want to run a marathon? Never did I realize, eight months later, I would be that crazy person.