Kassidy seemed fine. She had a couple of bruises and scratches, but she was okay. She spent the afternoon watching cartoons. Chad picked up Kassidy around 5 pm. He called Jeff and said that Kassidy was acting a little weird. Her head was bobbing around. The next morning Ms. Bortner brought her daughter Kassidy to her sister Jennifer Borners home. Her sister’s boyfriend, Jeffery Marshall also lived there. Jennifer said that Kassidy seemed sick and in a little pain. They put Kassidy down for a nap and Jennifer went to work. Shortly after noontime, Jeff Marshall went to check on Kassidy, because she had taken a nap, and noticed that she wasn’t moving. Jeff had made several phone calls for help with the last one being to 911. By the time the EMTs and the Kittery police showed up, Kassidy was…
Glub Nub was right in front of us a vicious alien that crashed into earth about a week ago. Wait let me take you to the beginning of the story where it all began. I was a 16 year old kid that liked aliens (weird right), so I was looking up alien sites like area 51 and other places when my mom called and told me my friend liam was here to go outside she said , I said okay as I turned off my computer and ran downstairs. I said hey to Liam as I grabbed my jacket and hopped on my my bike and rode off with Liam. We dropped off our bikes at the corner of my of my block as we started to walk to our favorite field.…
I was devastated and panicking. Is she dead? The horrifying thought had entered my mind. I was thinking of what to do next when I decided that I could try waking her up. Maybe she’s just resting.…
The thirteenth emoji going left to right, that has heart eyes and has its lips perked out is relateable to a part of the book where Jerome and Rory are kissing intensively. On page 200 it states "I started pressing my lips into his cheek - just a hint of a kiss,.....I felt his shoulders release, and he made a little noise that was partly a groan, partly a sigh. He kissed my neck up, up, up to my ear......My body flushed itself with all the good chemicals that it takes to reserve for making out. On page 201 it states " He told me scary Jack the Ripper facts, and I had the sudden need to make out with him until I ran out of breath. I would have continued indefinitely if........."…
There’s a patient going crazy in room 1000 on the second floor! You gotta go! You gotta go! and help the poor kid” I said as if I was terrified for life. They all hustled outta the room. I casually went over to the other side of desk and got a hold of the papers trying to find the name “Jane Gallagher” rushing through as quickly as possible befores the nurses come back to realize the kid was perfectly fine. “Aha! found it I knew I saw her but the hell she in here for?” I moved my finger slightly more to the left to find the room number she's in “202” in first level never forgot that damn room. I grunt, scowl, scratch the back of my head thoughtfully and just entered the damn room and there she was Jane laying on the bed staring at me vacantly with wide brown eyes. I sense she is nervous.…
Group was never fun. Maybe it could be, if Christina wasn't the one running the show. I'd considered trying a new therapist, but I reckoned it was pretty pointless, considering I never went anyway. Then again, it wasn't the sessions that I hated, right?…
Does moving to a new place change everything you ever experience? Moving to a whole new descriptive place is like being pop out of your mothers belly again. Especially, when you move to a place where the language, the food, the people, school and everything else is brand new. Those type of situations, shape your way of living in a constructive way that will affect the rest of your lifestyle. That's the same situation that made me have a life change into a whole new story. Almost 15 years ago, my mother had to make a decision that will affect her and affect the love ones around her. An option that will make her leave everything she ever loved and wanted behind forever. The option was to leave her lifestyle, her family and leave a part of her own blood made from her flesh. The own blood was me, leaving me with my grandma so she could had gone to find a job and start a new journey. To have a way to support the her baby and her own family. Departing to the U.S.A when I was only one years old. Until a sudden burdens of death that was going to make my whole story, lifestyle, my whole childhood and the rest of my life changed.…
“Ugly” is something I said I would refrain from during my campaign for office. I’m going to hold true to that through the election and afterwards, win or lose. My reasoning for that is; I know whoever is elected must move forward and serve the citizens, regardless of what happens during the campaign, whether that be me or one of my opponents. It is a hard enough job with the amount of hatred already surrounding police officers. Adding insult to injury is bad for our community.…
Have you ever been through an experience where you moved to an unfamiliar location by yourself? I had the opportunity to do just that when I left my hometown in Hong Kong and come to America for a better education. I was only thirteen years of age at the time. Giving me the chance to come the U.S was the greatest gift that my parent has ever given me in my life. I appreciated them for providing me this valuable and precious chance for my thirteen years old birthday present.…
“Graduation, the hush-hush magic time of frills and gifts and congratulations and diplomas.” You weren’t lying when you said that Maya Angelou. May 19th, 2013 I had dreamt of that day for almost four years. I know I can’t be the only person who feel this way. I remember it as if it was just yesterday. So many different emotions going through my mind all at once. Happiness, Sadness, I felt relieved because it was almost over but at the same time I felt anxious and overly excited to just leave and go far away. 389 seniors were going to walk across the stage and receive their diplomas. After all, our class had the biggest percentage of graduates who were actually…
As I was writing my personal narrative for my composition 1 class, it easily made my mind boggle. After I had got started on my personal narrative, it was easy for me to keep writing and keep following along the story line. The main strength of mine that the essay played to was my creativity and my flexibility for different writings, because I have never written an essay as serious and sad as this one, but I did have to add my happy ending when I finished the story. I wanted it to be very attention grabbing with a twist, but I also wanted it to be very emotional.…
Growing up in Kokomo, Indiana there wasn’t much to the daily life in my hometown. I’d like to believe this is me telling the story of how through hard work and perseverance I could achieve my goal in high school. A goal that many told me was unachievable and stupid to pursue. What is this goal you wonder? My goal was to play Basketball at Kokomo High School.…
Football has always been a big part of my life. As a young boy I would day dream of making insane touchdowns, making tackles that would leave man stuck in the ground, and even winning the heisman trophy. In 7th grade I had begged my mother endlessly to sign me up for pee wee football because she would always worry about the risks of football. After finally getting her to sign me up, we went straight into the season. I chose to play running back because as a 12-year-old I was remarkably fast having timed 5.3 in the 40 yard-dash. After a few weeks in the season we approached the playoffs and found out our opponent for the first round of the playoffs were the jaguars who were undefeated. Our team didn’t have the best chemistry on…
It all started on a Saturday morning. I used to hate basketball so much, but my dad woke me u saying that I had basket ball the next day. I was so furious but it was morning so I thought i was dreaming. Once I found out it was real and not a nightmare I ignored my dad which only lasted for about 30 minutes. Me being the 6 year old I was I couldn't ignore my parents or hold a grudge for long. My parents drove me to Nike Outlet and got me my basketball shoes and my black and pink elite socks. I have to admit the best part was picking out the shoes. Still to this day I remember them. They were black and pink nike hyper dunks. My dad let me keep the shoes if I went to the practice. I was only 6 so I thought it was unfair but I made the choice to keep them.…
When I was a little child, I used to play guittar with my daddy all the weekends , and swim at the sea with no sister, also I used to be kind to my sister ....…