“ Park right there so we can be right next to the store.” “What flavor are you going to get” Nish asks. Cherry coke I reply. I walk into the local 7 Eleven on Garth road and greet Sal. “Hola Dorianna medium iced-tea lemonade as usual?” “Not today Sal” I replied. I walk to the corner of the shop where all the slurpee flavors are and get a big gulp. I slowly pour the cherry coke flavor slurpee into my cup and go to the cashier to pay however, once I arrive at the cashier, I realized that I forgot my wallet. Without thinking twice about it, I decided to leave the shop with my slurpee. We left the shop and stood outside of 7 Eleven and just slurping our slurpees. “Come on Dorianna, let’s keep going,” I’m puffing and huffing through the crisp, …show more content…
I haven’t seen you since the last time I went to Venezuela three years ago! I didn’t know you were visiting.” “Oh I’m just here for the party later.” “This is my friend Nish, we’re just slurping our slurpees.” “Hi Nish, nice to meet you.” Now the three of us are just standing in front of the 7 Eleven watching as the cars go by. Breathe in breathe out, I got this. My legs feel as if they were jelly to the point that I forgot about them. The identical red and yellow patterned leaves on the trees is a never ending portrait. I’m in a maze, one that seems to have no answer and no end. I hear someone breathing behind me. I have a strong urge to turn around but the glimpse of a red ford explorer in front of me catches my attention instead. I keep running until I get to the red ford explorer. But something about that car seemed familiar, I had seen it before. We take our slurpees and the three of us get into Nish’s black wrangler. We drive past large estates at the end of Murray Hill. As we roll in there's a crowd of people just waiting for the party to be started, we decide to wait with the rest of the crowd. “What happened?” I asked my classmate standing next to me . “She’s just kicking people out that she doesn’t like.” All of a sudden I see a short brunette girl come out with a speaker she screams “EVERYONE COME
It was Labor Day weekend, 1997, at the University of Kentucky in Lexington, and Holly Dunn's world seemed full of possibilities. She was a popular sorority sister, and the 20-year-old had a new boyfriend, a theater major named Chris Maier. That August night, the couple took a midnight stroll to the railroad tracks and kissed under the stars. Suddenly a man appeared; he was holding what looked like an ice pick. Terrified, Chris offered him money. "No, I don't want that," the man said as he tied up the couple. A moment later he picked up a rock and smashed it against Chris's skull, killing him; he then raped Holly and bludgeoned her with a wooden board, breaking her jaw and eye socket. "I was screaming in my head," Holly recalls. "Then I was unconscious—I don't know how long. I just remember appearing in someone's front yard."
It was a normal Sunday afternoon for Stanley Krizinofski who went to buy a soda at the Tops Supermarket on West Hudson and South Main Street in Elmira. As he walked out of the store, a little before 5 P.M., the next few minutes were anything but normal for the 21 year old. "I heard screaming and I looked forward and saw the guy running and stumbling. He was carrying a purse and kept running and I saw a jeep following him so I started my truck and started chasing him," explains Krizinofski.
Have you ever wondered how to separate the wonderful colors from the candy itself? What will the candy turn into when they separate it from the dyes? They wanted to see if they could find a more natural way to make the candy colorful, so that it wouldn’t cause so many health issues. They think that it will separate from the candy fine without any problems and that the Skittles will turn into a white-ish color and the M&M’s will be a chocolate color. The paragraphs in this essay consist of- what is the dye made of, how it can damage humans, and how to take away the dye from the candy.
The summer before ninth grade, Melinda and her friends attend their first high school party. Melinda meets a senior named Andy Evans. The two dance, talk, and kiss. As the night goes on, Andy becomes aggressive and rapes Melinda. In her drunken and terrified state, Melinda calls the cops but won’t tell anyone what happened to her. The entire school finds out Melinda is who crashed the party and everyone ditches her. During the early months of freshmen year, Melinda is without friends, and falls into a depressive state. She befriends a girl named Heather, who later ditches her due to her “low social hierarchy”. Rachel, Melinda’s former best friend, begins to date Andy. Scared and worried for her friend, Melinda decides she must tell her about that night. Rachel refuses to believe what she has to say and storms out. However, Rachel eventually believes Melinda the more she thinks about the story, and calls Andy out. When Melinda finally has enough courage to leave her closet for good, Andy locks her inside. The fuming man attempts to rape her again, but Melinda is not the same girl anymore. She slaps and scratches a...
Arriving at Lacey’s house I walk to the backdoor letting myself into the house. Lacey was putting on tanning lotion in the kitchen, “Lacey,” I called to her, “my mom wants me to pick up snacks for the beach, do you want to go into town with me?”, “Sure,” she replied, “do you mind if my cousin comes with us?”, “Of course I don’t mind,“ I answered, “but we have to get moving, my dad only left me the car to use ‘til noon.”
Bienvenido a México! Welcome to Mexico, the first of what one would hope to be many greetings expected upon entering into Mexico. With Mexico's population fast approaching the 100 million mark, "North Americans, what Mexicans re...
In the small town of Charleston, an older, lonely man sits at the bar in a Diner. A young couple sat at the other end drinking coffee. The woman was dressed nice in a pretty red dress and the man looking dapper with his blue suit and hat. The older man is a regular at this diner. He arrives at the same time, sits on the same stool, and is always dressed nice as if he were about to meet someone. He never did though. The waiter knows the older man by name and says, "Hey Hopper, anything new today or just the same old, same old?" whenever he would walk in. Hopper would just shrug his shoulders as usual and sit on his stool. He looks at the couple at the end of the bar and nods, while waiting for the waiter to get him his usual drink, milkshake. The woman looks and smiles and then proceeds to watch all that is going on; not much at all.
A group of girls snuck off one night into the woods one night. They danced around a fire and a pot of things they brought. Some were naked when dancing Abigail William’s uncle catches them and they run off. The next morning one of the girls Betty is found ill and won't wake up.Tituba walked into the room to see if betty is going
There were a lot of decorations with briefcase hanging near the doors, empty manila folders on the walls, the works the theme was Hoes and CEOs. The party looked amazing just from the front door. We were all greeted with hugs and alcoholic drinks as soon as we stepped in. the boys didn’t care if you were underage, if you were legally an adult, they were completely fine with it. as the night went on, the sisters drank more and more and more. The shots were endless; I could feel the vibrations from the loud music nonstop. Alex, Sofia’s boyfriend and president of the sorority, pulled me aside to hang out with his friends in the living room, along with his long time best friend Max. there were 5 or 6 of us circling the coffee table, taking shots of tequila, vodka, and anything else from an unknown
It was a bitter winter evening in New York the night I met Rufus. A sinister cool mist had been blown in by a nasty, biting wind, the kind that sends a shiver right down to your bone marrow, but thankfully I wasn’t outside. I was sitting in The Magic Hat, a tiny, smoky jazz club, one renowned for its lack of classy clientele, throwing back whiskey sours like they were going outta style. The bitterness of whiskey had always made me flinch, not that I cared about the flavour of the damn things, so long as I was filling my blood-stream with some kinda alcohol, I was keeping off reality for another 30 minutes. A combination of a bad week and lousy weather can push a guy to find any kind of numbing anaesthetic nearby, even overpriced bullshit like whiskey. I slammed another $5 on the counter and ordered my fifth one that night. I could tell the barman didn’t like giving me it, but he also knew that if I kept this up I’d pay his month’s rent, so he poured another Scottish demon into a glass for me, placed two ice cubes in the drink, sighed, and handed it to me. I thanked him and took a sip. Recoiling from the bitterness, I noticed a new guy had walked in. He was a tall, skinny fella, about 6 foot 3, brown hair and blue eyes, and he was grinning like a goddamn clown. He took off his long, black leather coat and hung it up on the bar stool he then sat on. God I hate that. You’re trying to have a miserable time, drowning your memories in a decidedly crummy establishment like The Magic Hat, when some cheerful bastard rolls in with a face like he’s just won the lottery. The son of a bitch beckoned over the barman and ordered champagne for everyone. What a philanthropist. I downed my drink and slammed the glass back on the table. I wasn’t goi...
I looked around, the room had exposed pipes on the ceiling and the entire room smelled faintly of Clorox wipes. Around me girls and boys talked and caught up. The majority of them had apparently gone to Kindergarten together. While I was the new kid, the outsider. Seats were scarce. I looked for a familiar face, for some reason. I settled next to a girl with fiery red-orange hair. “Hi, I’m Halley.” She introduced herself. Her smile was the fake kind, seen in school pictures everywhere. I smiled and responded, “Hi, I’m Lorna. I just moved here from Texas.” Her smile became increasingly forced, “Um, cool.” She turned her body away from me. Ok, I though, sorry I offended you, I guess. In my head, I was sneering and thinking rude thoughts to no end. In class, however, I upheld my morals. I was silent for the rest of the
Shortly into the ride, the bus driver stopped and picked up an older heavy set black woman. The driver asked the woman “is it not too wet out there for yah, Lois?’ she responded with a big smile and said “how you doin’ Bill?” They knew each other and were on a first name basis. I came to find out, the driver “Bill” knew just about every ones name. Lois was wearing a ‘Burger King’ uniform and cap, she appeared to be going to work. Around the corner we picked up ‘Dwayne’.
I am her auntie Lesa. Here she comes on her bike with a bag of candy and a bottle of water in her hands riding with only one hand. Rihanna is an African American female with long black thick hair, I think her height intimidates the other kids and when she talks her voice is her voice is very heavy and deep. They all respect her except for Destany. Destany is just as tall but skinny with a light complexion. The other children call her the mix kid on the block, because they do not know what race she is. She gets so mad and start yelling at everybody, saying; I am black. Rihanna, being her bossy self says,” girl you better get in the house and start doing your homework.” Destany replies back girl you cannot come down here trying to tell me what to do, you just a kid yourself, you are not a grown up. Rihanna replies; excuse me, I was just trying to help you. I can go ride my bike elsewhere, the only reason I came down is to see if you needed any help. Just as she was riding away she looks back and shouted out to Destany Do you want to play basketball? Destany replies you know I do and do not rush me, I have to finish my homework first. You came down her so fast you probably have not done any of yours. Rihanna replies I will be outside when you get
...e greatest prank in our school’s history. And she stopped Mrs. DeCostia from stealing from Mrs. Redrik” Then he took my hand and led me down the hall, past all of my friends, to the stairs. I stopped. “What was that for?” “I was just giving credit where credit was due.” He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a rather large ring. “You knew the whole time?!?” “Yeah when we and Matt moved the desk it fell out and I picked it up, I was waiting to give it back until DeCostia got busted.” “Oh my god…” “Anyway, what are we doing tonight? Movies, ice-cream, maybe some pizza?” “We’re hanging out tonight?” “Yeah I have to hang out with my girlfriend to celebrate the undermining of our psycho home wrecking teacher.” “Your girlfriend?” “Yeah...” He said into my hair as he put his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to him “Who else would I hang with tonight?”
Have you ever been scared for the safety of a complete stranger? Have you changed somebody’s outlook on life just by being a Good Samaritan? Well, I have. It was a late Thursday night and I was in a bad part of town informally known as “The Knob.” I had been at a friend's house when we decided to leave to find somewhere to eat. On the way, my friend got a call from his mom telling him he had to be home. His house wasn’t really out of the way. As I pulled down Belle Avenue, towards his house, another friend of mine shouts out “Hey, pull over that guy just knocked that girl out” I instantly questioned this absurd accusation. “What? You’re joking.” As I turned around I noticed that he certainly wasn’t as I saw a middle-aged lady facedown on the pavement. Without hesitation I parked the car and we all ran over to see what was going on. You could see in the distance a man in an orange hooded jacket fleeing the scene. My friend attempted to wake this lady up. She was out cold. At this point each one of us had no idea what we should do. Obviously, the first thing we should have done was call the police, but let me remind you this was a bad part of town and didn’t know if we would be the next. Tommy, my friend, the nearest house and knocked on the door. A trashy looking man answered the door. After being informed that there was an unconscious lady in front of his house he scurried to her aid. The man then realized it was a good friend of his. Jane was her name. You could sense his anger and concern for this lady. He began to frantically ask questions. Who, what, when, where, why, how and every other sort of interrogation question was thrown our way. We described her assailant and which way he went. Evidently it was her boyfriend. At this ...