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Having good friends in life makes the journey so much better, so you have to keep them close and near to you. A few weeks into summer Abi and I went over to Makenzie’s house to hang. We had not seen each other in a while so we sat and talked for awhile in Makenzie’s horse themed room. Little did we know what was going to happen later that day. It was getting about time for lunch so we decided to make grilled sandwiches. I am not a cook so of course I didn’t know how to make a grilled sandwich like Abi and Makenzie. With assistance from Makenzie I know how to make a grilled sandwich but, that sandwich that I made that day for lunch was the ugliest and most horrific sandwich I have ever seen. It was horrible. After lunch we decided that since it was such a pretty day we would go get Pelican’s snow cones. On the way back to Makenzie’s house we saw a rainbow and so we stopped and admired it for awhile. When we got back to Makenzie’s house we pulled out Daisy the golf cart. …show more content…
We had a rotation of who was going to drive and who rides in the back. Makenize showed us the track that she rides on the golf cart, but it was pretty much irrelevant to Abi and I. Who rides in the same pattern every time on a golf cart? Abi in my opinion is the wildest driver then me and then Makenzie. Abi was driving at full speed pretty much the whole time and ran over a fence post, but she will deny that she did every time you ask her. Abi also could not back up the hill and we spent ten minutes trying to get back up the road desperately. We were driving down the road and Abi was at the wheel and got stuck at the neighbor's house and they were just sitting there watching us inexperienced drivers trying to maneuver Daisy
After we relaxed for a long time, it was time for me to go and wash off all of the seaweed my hair had collected. I turn on the shower and there is a huge spider waiting for me just sitting there waiting for me. I killed it and then resumed my shower. After I got out and we were all ready leave we didn’t know where to go. Until my sister saw a commercial for this really cool place with alligators and a Ferris wheel, we decided to go there. As we pulled up to the place we noticed that there was an amazing Ferris wheel and I immediately got really excited. But my parents said that I have to wait until after dinner. So we went and ate our amazing dinner and it was so amazing. I ordered the best lobster and crab, it was so
One summer morning, I woke up excited. My friends and I were going to Hershey Park. I’ve been busy this summer, so this is the first time I was able to go. Hershey Park is a big amusement park with big roller coasters and a big water park. The Fahrenheit is my favorite ride there. I woke up, took a shower, got dressed, ate breakfast, and waited for them to pick me up at my house. While I sat on my couch, I had my bag with a towel and a bathing suit for the water park and I could put my phone there. I was ready to go.
I am what my uncle always calls a “Half-baked cake”. I was born in India, raised in Kuwait, cultured in America, and am currently living in Qatar. Although one would say that’s only four countries, I was transferred to different ovens while still being baked.
In one very, very loud and hectic Verizon store, I was impatiently waiting for my dad to hurry up and replace his damaged phone case. As the dexterous employee was attaching the new case to his phone, my father was looking around when he spotted the Google Pixel XL, and then pointed to its display. I was extremely intrigued since I had a trashy phone. It was shiny, HUGE, thin, and sleek. It was amazing! I reluctantly asked if he could purchase one for me. He said "no.” I could see where he was coming from though, since it was eight hundred dollars. That’s a colossal sum of’ money. I could have weeks of Taco Bell with that level of dough.
I am a grilled cheese sandwich, ready to be eaten, and ready to go through digestion. I am made up of bread, butter, and cheese. My bread is made up of carbohydrates and fiber. My cheese is made up of fat, mainly, but also contains a bit of protein and some vitamins and calcium. My butter is also mainly fat. I am lifted up into the mouth. I am chewed while saliva is produced to make me into a paste. The amylase enzymes turn the starch molecules found in my bread into glucose. This is used by cells to give humans energy. When swallowed I enter the throat, where muscles push me down into the esophagus which joins the throat and the stomach. I enter the stomach where hydrochloric acids break me down further. Protease enzymes break my proteins
Nothing could be worst than your dad bringing up "THE CONVERSATION." Starting at age 5 I loved playing soccer,running up and down the field, making moves and kicking balls to the back of the net was always the way to go. Soccer meant the world to me and especially playing with my best friends since the day I started. My days would go something like this, go to school,get home,do homework then get ready and go to a beautiful fun day at soccer!After soccer I would go home sit on the couch and eat.I was a lazy one. That's why I hoped my dad would never ever bring up this conversation.... But he did anyways.
“I don’t even know what to say,” she murmured nervously. “Just talk about your life, how you got here, your family, friends, anything that comes to mind,” I smiled across the small cafe table at her. “How I got here…” she repeated wistfully. “I started out with nothing,” she said, looking out the large window next to her towards the crowded street. “Whenever I would go to friends’ houses I would eat peanut butter with them, my family didn’t buy peanut butter.
Thumbs Out A girlfriend of mine once defended me to her father by saying, calmly, “Not everyone who wanders is lost.” The dad kicked me out of the house anyway. But the damage had been done. Not everyone who wanders is lost.
Melanie woke up with nothing other than research on her mind. She knew that her last name was Easton and so was her mother's. What she didn't know was if that was her mother’s married name, or for that matter, if her mother had ever been married.
One dark, stormy October night me and some friends went trick or treating. Then we saw this abandon house so we decided to go in it well when we did we found out it was haunted. We went in and went up the stairs and one of my friends somehow got tripped and fell down the stairs and almost broke his .leg. Then we heard a voice that said get out or die.
I looked at the tickets in my hand, and then imagined the smile on Joshua’s face as I handed him a new guitar. I quickly put the tickets up for sale on the internet, and in less than five minutes I had an offer. A girl messaged me and said that she would give me $20 more than asking price. The girl and I met at the local music store, and she gave me the $200, and I grudgingly handed over my two BTS concert tickets. The girl thanked me and walked away as quickly as a cheetah, like if she didn’t I would change my mind and take the tickets back. I finally walked in the music shop, and I looked around at all the guitars before finding one that was blue and black, two of his favorite colors. The guitar jumped down from the shelf and into
I was twelve years old when I was hit with devastating news. My dad called me at a peculiar time while I was at the mall. He informed me that my grandpa had died of a heart-attack; the news was devastating.
I learnt to appreciate life about six years ago in a restaurant where I had a habit of sitting and moaning to myself about how boring everything seemed to me.
After we got off the airplane, we rented a car and drove to my Uncle Joe?s house. We finally got there and then we all went out to eat dinner. We went to some Italian restraunt and boy was it good. To this day, I have never tasted anything as good as the Veal Picata I had that day. I ate so much that I could hardly move and once I got back to my uncle?s, I just passed out and went to bed. I had a big and exciting day ahead of me. I was going to Universal Studios and I couldn?t wait.
I jumped out of the car with my two sisters and ran to the bathroom. When we left the bathroom, we walked back to the car. We saw that our dad was still putting gas in the car, so we went into the store to buy some sweets. I bought “warheads” that said extremely sour, and a bag of chips called “baked with fire” that looked like they would taste really hot. When we purchased our food, we walked back to the car. As soon as we started driving, I opened my bag of chips. I was so scared that they would be extremely hot. For that reason, I also bought a bottle of water. I opened it before I took a bite out of the chip. Luckily, they were not hot at all! I grabbed my sour candy and tasted it. My face changed so quickly; that I started to squint my eyes and point my lips. I could not take another bite of it because it was really sour! Eventually, I was not hungry anymore. Probably because I ate my whole bag of chips and a sandwich. When I finished eating, I was feeling exhausted, so I took a long nap. I woke up, and dad told me that we only needed to drive for one more hour. While we were driving through town, we saw a row of trees on fire! It was so smoky that we could barely see the street we were driving on. I felt scared for life and terrified that we might crash. After a few more minutes of driving, the smoke cleared up and we could see again. Finally, the hour passed and we arrived in California. Mrs.