I was trying to prepare myself for whatever it was they were about to do to me. I didn't know what it was. All I knew is that it was going to go down in front of the whole school. And in front of Jace. "Skylar here was a big help in all this." She said. What is she doing? I thought. I didn't plan any of this. "Weren't you Sky?" She turned to me and held the microphone to my face. "Uhhh.. no?" Was this her plan? Scare the hell out of me for days, then it turn out to be nothing? Well, it worked I'll give her that. "Oh, come on. Don't be shy. You know what? Your mother would be very proud of you. Look at how far you've come." She placed her hand on my shoulder smiling. "I mean, it was obvious how much pain you were …show more content…
It was a perfect day. I decided to go for a walk, clear my mind of Amy and her Bitch Crew and just think about whatever. I needed to clear my head, I spent every waking moment thinking about what Amy might or might not do to me. I quickly got dressed and headed for the door. Grandma was still passed out on the couch, so I wrote her a quick note just in case she woke up while I was gone. Grandma, went out for a walk be back soon. -Skylar I walked outside and stood at the edge of my driveway trying to decide if I should go left or right. After a couple of seconds I decided to go right. I was walking a slow pace, taking everything in. I had made it about 2 blocks and it was actually kind of peacefull. I rounded a corned to see Amy and her Bitch Crew of about 4 standing almost 5 feet away. I ducked back behind wall before I thought they could see me. Amy Kurtis, the only thing in the world that can ruin a good day. I thought. "What the hell was that?" I heard one of them say. I didn't know whether to run and to get away before they saw me or casually walk away and hope they would leave me alone. I knew I only had a couple of seconds to make my
I didn’t answer. I could hear his deep concern in his voice. I felt bad however, I didn't want to deal with all of them right now. I turned over to face the wall so that they hopefully got the message.
look back and see the man who was following you pull out a large knife.
Seeing my parents in the crowd has always been very soothing, especially in stressful situations such as this. My parents and I have always been outwardly enthusiastic with each other, no matter where we are. Whether at a football game while I cheer on the sidelines or at a banquet where I receive an award, every time they catch my eye, they throw their hands up in the air and begin to wave frantically until I wave back. There were only two girls left in front of me. One stuttered as she tried to finish her speech, and the other swayed back and forth unable to keep still. It was at that time that I looked into the crowd and just as I had anticipated, I spotted my parents. As expected, they waved their arms wildly to catch my attention. I smiled and waved back, though my wave was much smaller than theirs as I was doing my best not to draw attention to myself. For a moment, I was at ease because of their presence. But just as the girl in front of me stepped forward to take her place behind the microphone, my heart undeniably started to race once
Of course, as any other young girl, I didn’t really know what real pain was. I mean the type of pain when losing someone, more specifically, having someone taken away from you. I remember everything like it had just happened this morning. Long story short, I had my dad pulled away from my arms due to immigration issues. I wasn’t easy going through that. I had to go to school with a smile on my face and let no one know what had just happened. Up to this day, I get choked up just thinking about it. It wasn’t easy then, and it's still not easy today. With all the pain going around, I never stopped to realize I wasn’t the only one who had experienced that. As I got older, I became aware that many of my fellow classmates had the same thing done to them, sometimes even worse.
I stood up slowly, not daring to make any noise that would alert them of my presence. I walked quietly over to where I thought I heard their voices coming from. The youngest one was wearing some kind of ridiculous costume that shone in what little amount of moonlight there was, so they
... in. I grabbed my shotgun, opened the door and told them "there's nothing here worth dying for", they then apologized and ran away. I don't know what would of happened if I didn't have a firearm, but I can say refuse to be a victim.
I pushed myself off the floor and stormed out of the door, slamming it as I left. At that moment, I did not care for the yelling voices behind me, nor did I care that the shoes I was wearing were three sizes too big. All I wanted to do was escape. I chose to run that night because I thought that what was being done to me was unfair, and running out was my way of fighting for my beliefs. Looking back, I realize, ultimately,
I walked in and my stomach made a flip-flop like riding “The Scream” at Six Flags. Everyone was staring at me! With their curios eyes and anxious to know who I was. I froze like ice and felt the heat rise through my face. My parents talked to my teacher, Ms.Piansky. Then my mom whispered “It’s ti...
paid for the items, collected the bags and was about to leave the store when the blaring siren went off.
I started to panic and ran. The Green Police called for backup and started to run after me.
No, it wasn’t out of euphoria, no it was secretive as I let the bulletproof fabric descend down her back, creeping down her dress making a trail along her spinal cord. Secretly, moving my hand to the product, I positioned my hand right atop of it, gliding the item to slip to her hip bone. Withdrawing my hand, I placed it upon her cheek slyly.
run as fast as I could in to the forest close by I was only four and they were telling me to run
I stood there just staring I could not move. Every time I moved o\n took a breath I felt him getting closer. Quickly, I had to do something but I did not know what. I feel like he has a gun or a weapon but I do not know for sure. I was 5’4 and 87lbs., and this guy had to be at least 6’9 and 250lbs.. There was no way that I would win in a fistfight so I just had to sit there and hope he would not see me hiding. I decided to run, I got shot in the leg.
She backed up a bit, just so she could bring her hands to my face. Her hands were so warm, her smile so sweet.
I had to find somewhere to hide. If I didn’t, I would be caught. I