“So I suppose you’re about as sick of your parents as I am of mine?” Victoria asked.…
I'm six years old, and I'm secretly watching the girls in my class loudly chatting in the corner of the classroom. It's 2008, and I'm quietly sitting on my desk, wondering to myself: "Am I not important enough for a simple goodbye?". I nervously shift on the chair, impatiently waiting for the minutes to tick by. My red sweater is itching against my throat. The teacher came in and we begin class as usual. Ms. Claudia is talking about our final reflections…
Two teenagers utterly in love and best friends since the eighth grade who are now juniors in high school. Twas the night of their first official date and the hopeless romantic had butterflies in her stomach and was daydreaming of the perfect night that laid ahead. They went to her favorite restaurant and then went to the boy’s house to spend extra time together. In the blink of an eye, the girl lost her prince charming. As the girl tried to kiss the boy goodnight to leave he suddenly wanted more.…
You wouldn't expect my best friend to be who she is. Straight A student, always passes work in on time, always studying. So perfect, it makes you sick. The complete opposite of me. Her name's Jill. Then there's Stiles, my other best friend. He's more like me, and if something goes wrong, you can bet it was us. I'm pretty smart. No, I don't get straight A's, but I pass. Stiles on the others hand, not so much. This is where my story begins, and I want you to hear it from me…
So I went outside and hopped onto the fence to stare at the valley, then I hopped back down to play with my dog and before I knew it my dog had ripped a tear into it and just like that the jacket was ruined. So I was somewhat happy but what I had forgotten was that I had to go to school with that ugly jacket, because mom didn’t want me ruining it the first week. So I did and before I knew it, my friends were making fun of me, or so I thought. Even the nice girls wouldn’t talk to me, but that’s maybe not the reason. So maybe I should try and play something to get my mind off it, but what I knew was the jacket was still on and it would stay on for the rest of the week. But with a bunch of anger he knew in his head that he had another jacket after all. That other jacket was so nice that he couldn’t stop thinking of it, his teacher had to wake him up from daydreaming so much. But then just like that the week was over and he rushed home, threw on the jacket and right away, faster than a cheetah he flew out the front door off to school, and straight away when he got to school, he became the most popular kid…
“Why? Why can’t I go?” slightly raising his voice, questioning his mother’s answer. Thao was in no mood to argue.…
My anxiety flutted around in my chest and gripped each breath like a vice. The daunting and steep steps danced in my mind making the simple task of walking up stairs more difficult than the impossible task to run a mile in a minute. Next, a boy pushed the door open behind him almost as an afterthought, but in my chaotic mind it was the best thing all morning to happen. On the dreadful first day of school, chivalry was not dead, or at least that’s how I was able to comprehend his actions. I glanced around unsurely before starting to slowly walk towards the freshman commons; each eye that meets mine screamed enthusiasm.…
Betsey Johnson was born on August 10, 1942, in Wethersfield, Connecticut. She grew up loving dance and drawing, which eventually led her to the fashion industry. The dresses and costumes for dance as a child spurred her creative side, and she often spent hours drawing dresses for dance. It was then that she realized that she could make the drawings a reality, into the dresses of her dreams. After graduating High School, Betsey attended Pratt Institute in Brooklyn and then transferred for the rest of her college career to Syracuse University. Throughout college, she continued to follow her love of clothing and fashion, and had her first big break winning Mademoiselle magazine’s “Guest Editors Contest.” Betsy made a name for herself for being…
I was ready. I picked up Mildred at her house, she was wearing a peach dress, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. We got to the Carnival and the first thing we did was play a game. The game was to throw wooden ball at medium size ring of fire. I wanted to win Mildred a stuffed animal as I had promised her when I asked her out. The man asked her what she wanted she said “I would like a stuffed animal of a panda reading a book. The man typed it up on his tablet and it appeared. I don’t know why she wanted a panda reading a book, I myself would have chosen something cool like a phoenix or something but whatever made her happy made me even happier. The night went on, she was amazing she was funny and so sweet, I hoped the night would never end.. Then she asked if I wanted to go on the ferris wheel, I told her that I was afraid of heights, but she said don’t worry I am here for you. I couldn’t refuse an offer to sit so close to her in a cramped seat so I trusted her. When we got on she saw how scared I was so she grabbed my hand and started singing “L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole, that forever became our song. I saw that it was cold so I gave her my jacket. After the ferris wheel we decided to walk around, she was still holding my hand. We stopped by the pond looked at each other, I pushed her hair to her ear and went in for a kiss, as soon as I did the annual fireworks went off. It was a moment I’ll never forget. Instead of taking the monorail home we decided to walk. It suddenly started to rain she was looking for a roof we could go under but I…
My first year of sixth grade, learning how to figure out the math and trying to understand my new classes. With one of my best friends by my side Amber Harris. Now let’s go back to the beginning Amber and I met at a daycare also known as Ross Country Day, when we were 5 years old. We would have Sleepovers, go to events have Halloween also known as trick or treating together. Then when I was 7 years old I moved away to Finneytown because my mom got married to my step dad Jared. So that meant that I had to change schools I went to Hilltop Elementary, which I did not like because I missed my friends at Ross. So, I to Reading AKA Hilltop for about 2 years. So Amber and I had not seen each other for a while we had no sleepovers had not made contact in…
It had been a crazy morning as I ran all over my house trying to find my jacket and boots. My mom had been admitted into the hospital that morning for a massive headache and all I could think about was whether or not she would be okay. I took her to the emergency room that day before so going to class was the last thing on my mind. My father and sister had agreed to stay with her till I ended class so I was more at ease knowing she wouldn’t be alone. After running all over my house looking for my things I quickly gathered myself to make my train. I finally got to Penn Station with four minutes to spare. I quickly walked to where the rest of my class was as we waited for instructions to where we would…
She never missed a band concert, flute recitals or awards ceremonies. Sure, she does not have any knowledge from textbooks to give me, but her abundance of encouragement and enduring love is sufficient. Together, we have walked this prolonged journey toward graduation. There have been moments when the walk was dreadful and I felt myself crawling. Yet, with her over my shoulder, I knew I was not alone. In this journey, I have been blessed with a companion that hopes better for me than for herself. I've learned to appreciate all she has sacrificed to see me walk across the stadium in my red…
“ I think tomorrow, that’s the only day your dad and I are off,” said her mom as she was packing her things too.…
On January 19th, 2008 I was the happiest person alive. It was very hot and sunny out.. I remember how nice of weather it was. My family and I had taken a vacation to Florida and it was one of the best experiences of my life. 7 years was a long time ago, but I still remember every single detail about that trip. On that day, one of the best things ever in my life happened. Even though most people don’t think this is a big deal, it was a very big deal to me. When I was in Elementry school my friends would always ask me if I wanted to go biking around the neighborhood.. I would always have to say no because I did not know how to ride a bike. As much as I tried to learn how, I would always give up. Nothing would work. I was the last of my friends to learn how to ride a bike. It always made me sad watching people bike down the road.. wishing I knew how to do that. Then one day, my cousin Lexie who is 2 years younger than me decided she was going to teach me how to ride a bike. She insisted on it. “Ally! You’re missing out on so much! You need to learn!!” The whole day I thought to myself how many people have tried to teach me how to ride a bike and failed. It was hopeless. I was positive I wasn’t going to learn anytime soon.. maybe even never. Later that day, Lexie came over with her bike, and I had mine. Every minute that went by felt like an hour. Even though I could see the disappointment on her face, she wasn’t going to give up on me. Finally, there was hope. She had done it! We had done it.. I had done it. I was biking down the sidewalk with the biggest smile on my face. I had finally learned how to ride a bike without training wheels. I could finally ride one on my own and be like the rest of the kids. I remember being full of joy that day and riding my bike the whole day long. On that day, I felt different, I felt as if a huge weight had just been lifted off my shoulders. It was an amazing feeling that I’ll definitely never forget.…
Mary Jane, she was 17 years young and wasn’t looking for anyone special. She used to be naïve and foolish when she fell for boys in her younger years of growing up. Back when Mary Jane was 13 years old, she was in middle school and had a lot of friends. It was a regular day at school she thought, but oh…was she wrong. That day, a new student had transferred to her school and on the first day there he was in her history class, his name was Peter. She was working on her assignment when her teacher interrupted the class and announced, “Class, we have a new student who’s going to be with us for our 8th grade year!” Mary Jane kept looking at Peter…she thought he was so handsome. He sat in the back next to where she was sitting. All of a sudden, the teacher said that there is going to be a project due in two days and Peter was assigned to be in Mary Jane’s group. “This is it”, she thought. She can finally talk to this mystery guy and get to know him a lot more. So, she asked what his name was and he said, “Peter”, she said her name was Mary Jane. Slowly but surely they started to hang out at school and outside of school together. She introduced him to her friends and they accepted him just as much as her. They were becoming so close to each other... One day during school he asked Mary Jane if he could talk to her. Peter took her to somewhere quiet and stood in front of her and said, “I really like you… and I was wondering if you wanted to go…