Can you guess what I am? Here I sit on the shelf waiting to be picked to do what I do best, what do I do you ask? I make fans excited that’s what I do best! I hate to sit here on this boring shelf with no movement or excitement next to all of the other boxes of sporting goods. I am extremely crowded and I feel very claustrophobic. As I sit here I just continue to hope that today will be the day I get picked. Today I feel different, like I feel a ray of excitement shine through me. Just as the store is about to close for the night I hear the door opening to the store, I turn around to look and I can’t believe my eyes. Just then I know that today is the day., I am leaving the store today! I am so excited to be leaving that I jump around and I accidentally tip over my box. and I fall off of the shelf. As I fall I feel a soft hand grab my box and pick me up. As I look at who picked me up I realize that the person who picked me up was in a cheer uniform. This is it! Finally this is it! I am so excited to finally be leaving today! …show more content…
She was talking to the store worker and she said that she wanted something brightly colored and puffy to make the crowd go wild, and that is just what she got, That is just what I am. She chose me and I can’t believe
The negative feelings begin when the author says, “But having gained admittance off the wait list and surrounded by people
... had won a position, so of course I was going to be happy about it. A rush of confidence surged through me, and I knew, at that moment, that I will do great things with my life. I knew my dreams could one day become a reality. Early the next morning, it was time to say goodbye to all my city friends. While we were waiting in the living room of our city building, we had made a hat that everyone helped to make. Everyone signed the hat, and we all pitched in to decorate it. When we were done, there was a vote to give the Yeager hat to someone. My city chose me. I gladly accepted it, and I wore it all the way home.
“Absolutely, just look at it. It’s so creepy and mysterious. Legends say that every morning at three a.m. a mad man ghost prowls around the property, and if he finds you, you die.” I say giggling at the end. Just then, thunder boomed loudly as lightning struck. Millennium screamed.
As I walked, people saw my vibrant suit and stared with curiosity and shock which was something I loved. Each step I took I thought about the leaps and bounds I had made and the goal I was about to reach,I had it in my grasp. got into the rental car which was somewhat dirty. My sister sat next to me in her dress talking to me and telling me I would do great. We arrived at the building and I entered, as family greeted me and encouraged me. They
Tomorrow, I thought to myself. I was not ready to leave all the memories and laughter I had lived. I felt like I was leaving a piece of me behind, I told myself that I could not turn back. I had to move forward to start a new chapter of my life. At that moment, I began to hope and mostly believe in new possibilities. As I woke up, tears were falling down my face. I couldn’t believe that I was going to leave my hometown, my native land, my motherland. I had no words to describe the desolation I felt. My body tightened; immersed in my despair I finally decided to go and take a cold shower and brush my teeth. I had confusing and anxious thoughts. I was feeling defeated because I couldn’t do anything about it anymore but at the same time as a natural optimist, I was
It seems unbelievable my oldest is a few days off being a decade old. I know every parent wonders “where has the time gone?” a multitude of times during their children’s childhoods, but as I realize my son is over halfway to 'adulthood' it seems like the time has flown by.
It was a hot, Thursday afternoon. So hot you could burn your hand by touching a window. So hot, you could fry an egg on the sidewalk. Three weeks from now was the best day in 2th grade, field day. Today we were picking relay teams
2 Next I have to go through security check which requires my purse and its contents (cellphones turned off, no pencils, pens or paper, not even eyeliner nothing that can be used to write on or with.
My perfect fall day would take place on a cool, Saturday evening in October.I would wake up in the morning.Then i would eat some pancake and then i would take a shower,put on some clothes.I would talk to my mom,my grandmother,and my sister and we would laugh,talk.I would check social media and look at pictures and text my friends back.i would ask my mom ¨ Can i go outside¨ i asked,she would said ¨Have you finish your homework¨ she said, ¨yes,now can i go outside¨ i asked,¨yes,but ask your sister if she want to go outside too¨ she said,¨okay¨.Then i go outside and play with my friends,my friend would tell a joke ¨laughs¨.Then i would go back in the house and take a shower.Then i would check my social media, and do my streaks.Then when my sister
I had a day where my mindset about Happiness is a result of the thoughts that go through your mind. I I hear the buzzing of an alarm clock as it pierces through the silence of the night. The cold air, which had previously been shielded away by my covers, hits my body like a tidal wave. Goosebumps rise from my skin as I slam the snooze button.
It is a sunny morning. I am home with my stepfather and brothers. The clouds seem perfectly shaped as they swivel in the sky. The birds whistle a tune no morning has heard and the trees dance as the breeze whips. I am stuck indoors, and I am missing what seems to be the perfect day. My brother is leaving to head to basketball camp. My other brother is heading to work. Today was going to be a day with just my stepdad and me. He prepares breakfast for me, and the smell captivates my senses. I stop staring out the window and head to the bathroom and then to the table to eat. This is the perfect day.
Ever since I was little I’ve been what you would call a “high achieving” kid. I did well in school, I did well in sports and I did well in my community. I was always the first one to class, and the last one to leave the field. I was the kid that all my friends’ parents compared their children to. I was the kid with a room full of trophies and awards. In my mind, the worst possible thing I could do was disappoint the people around me. In elementary school I was involved in every club imaginable. I was in the band, I played in the orchestra, I sang solos for chorus, I was in the math club, I was president of student council, I played travel soccer, I was involved in every activity possible, and I excelled in all of them. This
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.
One of them was that I was on my journey with someone. I was on the journey with my boyfriend Dusty whom I have been with for four years. I am more like myself when I am with someone, especially Dusty, than when I am by myself. I do think that spending time with just yourself is a waste of time. You should just be out talking to people because who knows when that dreaded day of death will come. I think that you should just seize the moment and spend time with people. When I am by myself, I am quiet and withdrawn, but when I am with people, I talk up a storm and have a fun time just being me. I donÕt hold things back or try to act like someone IÕm not.
Years ago I had the most terrifying, shocking day of my life. I had between seven or eight years when this happened. The day before the accident, all my family was at my grandfather’s house. We all were eating the food my mother and my aunts brought, telling jokes at the dinner table. Meanwhile, I was playing with my cousins in the backyard. Everyone was enjoying the family meeting. As the time passed by and everyone was about to go home, my mother suggested the idea that we all should go at my grandparent’s ranch next day, since everyone was in town we all could have the chance to go. Everyone liked the idea. It was the perfect time to go because it was a weekend. As they all agreed to go, they begun to decide who bring what to the gathering. Who would have thought that thanks to that suggestion, I would lead me to the hospital the day of the reunion.