You stand at the bus station, dripping wet from the relentless rain above you. Your dark hair, once dry and curly, is now matted against your scalp firmly. The news report said a ‘light drizzle’, but you were starting to doubt that, and wished you had brought your umbrella to keep yourself dry. Your name is Andrew and currently, you are waiting for the bus in the pouring rain. Your destination is your brother’s new place downtown, and you hope he has the decency to lend you some new clothes once you arrive. You quickly step away from the curb once you see a cab coming too close to a puddle, avoiding a splash of grimy water. As you step back, you felt a sharp, quick pain in your back. It is both concerning and confusing. You whip your head
settling down life in the city after the rainstorm without loose open brush work showing his
As I walked toward a bus full of strangers, using my sunglasses to shield the tears forming in my eyes, I couldn’t help but to be apprehensive of what was to become of the next twenty-three days of my life. As I trudged up the stairs of the bus leaving behind all that was known, I couldn’t help but wonder; What have I gotten myself into?
Everything happened one Sunday, that day Connie got up at eleven “washed her hair so that it could dry all day long” (71). According to Connie it was a hot and sunny Sunday. As she sees her family leave to the Barbecue at her aunts house, which she refused to go just to avoid being with kids running around and yelling. We all know its Connie’s worst mistake, now she gets to test
middle of paper ... ...introduction of the buses ‘from Sweden’ which ruined the calm way of travel. life for the people of the town ‘But it was not long before they appeared / dusty & grubby & somehow chewed up / And it seemed they were always late, or you had just missed one / Or they were impossible.
I must have fallen asleep because one minute I’m writing, then the next thing I know I’m being shaken awake by the bus driver Grant. He told me that it was eight o’clock and that this was my stop. I got off the bus and realized that I have no way of getting to Hollis’s house. Luckily Aurora,being the perfect little town it is, there was a man renting out bikes. There was even a basket on the front for me to put my backpack in. I got directions from the same guy, and it turns out Hollis lives only five blocks away.
Many people spend their whole lives living and growing up in one place. Spending one 's entire life in a certain situation can and will have a lasting impact. When that person has to suddenly uproot their lives and move, it can prove to be quite challenging. Having to adapt to an unknown environment can be pretty difficult for a lot of people. Being separated from your friends and family can make a challenging situation feel even worse. It’s hard to try to start life over when you are already established in another place. This is a situation I found myself facing the summer my family moved from New Orleans to California.
Logan was on his way home from an evening at the local bar. He and some friends had gone out to have a couple beers. As he sped down the road, he blinked vigorously to try to clear his vision. Although it was a perfectly clear summer night, Logan’s vision was blurred from the alcohol. “As long as I keep this car on my side of the road, I’ll be fine,” he thought to himself. He was doing a decent job of obtaining control over the vehicle, or so he thought. Only three miles from his country home, he became unaware of his position on the road as it began to curve. As he continued around the familiar curve in the road, a truck came out of nowhere at hit Logan’s small Toyota Camry head on. The big F-350 pickup truck was no comparison to the little
I have only every went to school in Wythe County. I went to elementary school at Jackson Memorial, middle school at Fort Chiswell, and high school at Fort Chiswell. I remember my favorite teacher was Mrs. Odell she was my second grade teacher. Probably my most memorable memory of her and her class was when she used to read to us. The whole class would sit in a circle around her on the carpet in the back corner of the room near the book shelve. The books I remember her reading was The Adventures of Fudge. Another thing that I remember vividly about her was that she was pregnant when I had her. My mom works for the system so my brother and I used to always ride to school with her in the mornings. We were very lucky to
I hesitate at the corner of the street, shivering despite the autumn sun. The air has the cold, dead smell of winter. My feet, swathed in faded Converse high-tops which are missing the right shoelace, shift nervously while I wait. The bus is always late when you are in a hurry and early when you are late getting to the stop. Finally, the big blue top swings into sight, and the bus is chugging towards me. The doors hiss open. I flash identification obediently.
to hit the wall repeatedly. The more pain I felt the more I hit. I
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.
It was May, the spring weather of my junior year was just ending and summer was about to begin. I couldn't wait, because summer was always the time my dad and I would go on a big fishing trip with my uncle. But, little did I know my life would take a complete 180 and that trip would never happen. I woke up one morning, and felt a little, piercing, pain in the back of my head. I didn’t think anything of it, because I’ve never had that kind of pain before, so I just went to school. During second period, I was in my weight training class lifting and the sharp pain in the back of my head from the morning came back with a vengeance. My head was throbbing like never before. The pain escalated rapidly, and was soon covering my whole head. Complete
There we all stand waiting in expectation and just being. My thoughts are changing from one moment to the next. We may be standing in the classroom concentrating on the camera, but so much more is going on inside our heads. I know that we are all wondering exactly what the weather will be like outside. The stupid weather is like a child and can’t make up its mind to be good or bad. Secretly we all pray for the best and anticipating what the shouts from our section of the bleachers will sound like. Amber knows who’s going to be sitting in her section. The smart girl, Ann, thinks her family will be there and is excited to...
It was about 8:00 at night, my heart was pounding, my breathing became irregular, uncontrollable tears slid down my face. I felt the warm tears just dropping onto my hands. I walked into the bathroom, getting ready to shower. I slowly turned my head, up, down, left, and right. I didn’t really know what to do at this point. Multiple things built up to this point and this story was only one of them.
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.