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It all started when Isis took control over the Earth. My bones were shivering. I was hiding with Bill and Rick in Bill’s basement that nobody knew about. We could hear footsteps. Bill was hiding under the air hockey table. Rick was hiding under the bed. I was hiding in the dryer. I heard gunshots. The door slammed. “We were all alone. It's just us.” I said. “I bet you miss Katlin the most.” Bill said. “Shut up Bill.” I said. Bill and I started to fight, but we were really just wondering what would happen next. Rick ended our feud. We heard a helicopter leave the area. We got out of the basement. It looked deserted as far as the can see, but in reality we knew we were not alone.
So what now? Rick asked. I just shrugged. How about we check out the school. Said Bill. So we went to the school. As we went into the school I got chills down my back. We saw someone walk out of the office. We
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Shelly and Katlin had a tent and Bill, Rick, and I had the other. Later we were sitting at the camp fire. Have I ever told you guys that I think of you guys as family? I asked. What? Everybody asked. What? I said in a scratchy voice. In the morning we all were just sitting around and Shelly asked if we should just give up? I mean we're are just a couple of kids. She explained. NO! I said walking towards a giant rock. As I put my right foot on the rock I said; I'm going to fight. I'm going to fight. Now, this is easier for me because I'm used to it. The rest of you are gonna have a tougher choice. Look, I don't want to sell it to you; it's too ugly for that. It's ugly, and it's hard. But when you're fighting in your own backyard, and you're fighting for your family, it all hurts a little less and it makes a little more sense. And for them, this is just some place, but for us? This is our home. Now is not the time to quote Red Dawn either, said Rick. Sorry I
“Why am I here I hate him!” She yells. “Woops haven’t gotten used to this yet” Maggie whispers. It’s like Maggie is in her brother’s body but his soul is gone.
As the battle continued, I couldn’t stop staring at Graham. He doesn’t seem to recognize me. If I tried to talk to him, we both have a chance of dying. I’m not gonna let Susan down. I must fight for Susan, our parents, women’s rights, and even Graham.
Maybe it’s the fact that I tend to stay in my room all weekend, which leads to people thinking I’m studying when in reality I am probably binge watching a TV show or maybe it’s my glasses, but most people who don’t know me too well assume that I am smart. Now that is a great thing for me because I don’t have to try as hard to impress them, but I end up finding myself in a bit of a problem. The problem is that everyone thinks I enjoy admiring school textbooks. But the truth is I’m usually admiring my Justin Bieber poster on my bedroom wall. Ever since I was in sixth grade I’ve been a huge fan of Bieber. His music always brought a feeling of calmness and back in the day his “never say never” motto, was what I lived by. I might still be living by that motto because I’ve decided to write this essay
“Finally getting out of the camps was a great day. It felt so good to get out of the gates, and just know that you were going home…finally. Home wasn't where I left it though. Getting back, I was just shocked to see what had happened, our home being bought by a different family, different decorations in the windows; it was our house, but it wasn't anymore. It hurt not being able to return home, but moving into a new home helped me I believe.
Identity-“Ones personal qualities.”Identiy is something only he or she can fully define. My uncle says I am affectionate,cheerful, and calm. My grandmother sees me as slim, pretty and sweet. My dad described me as perky, cheerful and happy, my mom says beautiful, gentle, and self-conscious. These adjectives describe me accurately, yet they are only abstract versions of me. Adjectives cannot begin to describe me and I aknowlege these descriptions for what they are, a condensed translation from my outward self to the world. It is impossible for anyone to understand me completely because nobody has experienced the things I have. My mother has never cherished a raggedy doll named Katie and my father never spent hours upon hours making collages and scrap books for his future children. My uncle never hid in the back of a pick-up-truck and traveled four hours to New York and my grandmother has never walked hours in the rain looking for the Queen of England. My identity is something only I can define.
Greg thought that if he went camping with his dad that he could show off the skills he learned from the boy scouts, and that his dad would not send him to boot camp. So Greg’s dad planned a camping trip for them, but also for Rodrick. They packed everything they needed and headed out to the campsite. When they got in the car it began to rain. They had a water-proof tent, so they weren’t worried about the rain.
We started talking about ourselves, what chapter we were from, how cool we thought Dad Ullom’s mustache was, what we were going to be doing all week and any topic that came up through our conversation. We started laughing and getting more comfortable, slowly trying to remember each others name and faces. There was an air of certainty, a reassuring feeli...
When Rick walked over to Larry’s house and knocked, Larry answered and asked what what was going on? Rick just calmly asked him to go across the street and talk. Larry agreed and walked over. Rick asked Little BO Peep if she knows who could of done this to her? Little BO Peep said she there was one man named Bob that came to her house a while ago.
Personal Narrative: The World The world is a messed up place and we are all stuck here until our lives are through, or until we choose to leave. It's strange that I go along with everything everyone tells me, such as that I should wear certain clothes or listen to certain songs. I often wonder why I do the things I do, but then I just realize that's who I am. People are confused about why they are here, and they don't understand what life is supposed to be about.
Summer vacation, and school ends for about three months, and then you have as much fun as you can, then back to school… right? Well I had to go to summer school, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Everything was going fine, I had a job after summer school, and that was going fine as well. They say that summer is supposed to be fun and exciting, and it usually is for me and my family. However in July my father started coughing up blood. My father usually doesn’t make it his top priority to go to the doctors, so he waited about four weeks until he really didn’t feel good.
use your walkies if you see her." I recognized the voice it was Dwight. I thought 'Shit that means that Negan is looking for me and sent his men out.' I looked around and readied my knife and I took off running to get away from Negans men I didn't get far before running into a tall figure I backed up to see a leather jacket and then he turned around it was Negan. He smiled a dark smile. "Lana I found you." He said darkly I backed away. "Negan let me go I don't want to be around anyone not you not Carl no one." He laughed "That hurts me Cadence. it really does doll. but I don't think i want you to leave." I looked up at the man that i once loved once feared and told him "You know Negan I don't think I care about what you want. Now I'm not asking you I'm telling you move and and fuck off. I'm sick and tired of you coming out finding me and taking me back to square on back at the sanctuary I'm tired of having to run back to Alexandria and hide behind Rick. I'm tired of you and Carl fighting over me 'Because you love me' I don't want to be around either of you I tried everything I could there's no way I can make everyone happy so I'm not going to make anyone happy I'm going away from
After Winston got down safely everyone calmed down and went home. This is when you had left it was almost the beginning of december and thing weren’t going well because as soon as we finish Jerry and his boys came over and destroyed our decoration. I wasn’t going to give up so me and Jerry made a new deal, If i lose I would have to be Jerry slave and losers will be left alone and If I win Jerry would have to leave all the loser alone. All the loser didn’t want me to make the deal because then It would take my freedom away but I didn’t care and agreed it. Everyone was upset and wanted to give up but then Mr.Winecki said to me and Winston “I’ll make you a deal”, “you guys don’t give up and I won’t give up either” after haerd the Winston shook Mr.Winecki”s good hand and said “deal”. The next afternoon I went to Mr.Sankey who said he would help decorate, It turned out that our damage decorations wasn’t that bad, that night I meet my dad , he then give me the letter that was from you but I have one question to ask why didn’t you just tell me why you took my money and left instead of making me wait for my dad to give me the letter which i didn’t know he was coming. After we sorted thing out my dad went to your house and i went
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Tyler suggested, "Let's take a hike." We all agreed to that, because it sounded fun.