Clean and jerk

To Live While they wait, she walks around the small living room again, lifting up the corners of the blinds and peeking out into the darkness. All the windows are closed, but she pushes down at each pane a little to be sure. She feels Timmy’s eyes on her back and she wants to scratch her neck with her torn nails. There aren’t many people around anyway. This was never a populous town, true, but now it’s practically empty. Mr. Wilson, a few houses down, left for bigger cities long ago with…

alarm? I must be excited.” I say to myself. I get up and stretch and contemplate what I should do with my extra time, “I should go for a run it’s been a couple of days’ since my last run,” I conclude. So I walk to my laundry pile ,and yes they are clean, and get dressed in some running pants, running…

of opportunities in front of you, yet you threw them away as if they were garbage. I thought you were someone better but you’re just a jerk.” As I walked away from him, I could hear him swearing behind me. I walked into my parents room and told them what happened. I made it clear to them that I wanted him out of the house. My parents agreed, and forced him to clean up the mess and to never come back. Since the day he left, I wondered how he got influenced into being such a different person. He…

number of reasons why students don’t attend college but here’s the reality that many will only begrudgingly admit: there are genuine obstacles—dire circumstances that prevent a student from continuing their education, and then there are excuses; knee-jerk responses that students regurgitate when questioned about their future. While it is easy to extend sympathy for those students with the most uncommon challenges, it is more difficult to identify with the students who allow a flimsy excuse to…

The bronze and auburn leaves decorated the sidewalks. The crunchy sounds my steps create are satisfying. This was it. My last first day of school. I wanted to remember this day... Students are exiting their buses with new backpacks and clean shoes. The crisp, fresh air feels so relaxing in contrast to all the noise of laughter coming from tight groups. Stepping into the the three-level, brick cover building, I realized the chaos more. Friends were hugging after the long summer break. Classmates…

Deanna sipped her morning hot chocolate in quiet contemplation. She was curled up on a comfy couch in front of the large fireplace that warmed the common room of the ski resort. It was the quintessential resort filled with furs and taxidermied animal heads galore. Not to mention plenty of lacquered wood and chandeliers made of antlers. If one were to observe her they would think she was the model of comfort and ease. However, that was not the case; not at all. She was comfortable, sure there is…

in him, it was a given that he was going to be cautious around Jimin. His caution just ended up being little shoves to the man's chest in order to get him away. Sleep was imminent, and the second Jimin moved away from the failed attempt to clean Yoongi up, the man passed out on the couch, gripping the black leather between his fingers with a deathly tight hold. There was no dream that night.…

The hours blurred together in one, awful memory of pain and suffering. I moved every box inside the house, within three hours. My jerk of a dad had long since gone to sleep, but the fear of what would happen if I didn’t finish drove away the temptation of going to bed too. At last, I collapsed back into bed at five thirty in the morning, hands scraped raw and blistered, and weary as can be. I fell asleep miserable, not knowing what the coming day had to offer. I woke up to one of the worst…

describing his roommate; a handsome, relatively successful Pencey senior. While describing him, Holden is adamant about mentioning his grooming habits, explaining that his roommate, Stradlater, was a “secret slob” who looked good but did not have clean habits (27). Holden mentions Stradlater’s grooming habits on multiple occasions over the next few pages, one of which being immediacy following his description of Stradlater’s hair. “He was finished combing his goddamn gorgeous hair,” Holden says,…

said 12:00pm. My Grandma comes out (I call her mama pappy) asking “what I would like to eat” we both smile. After some time has gone by chatting and eating hot cakes, she tells me that “we are going to go to look at the new Bass Pro Shop.” She cleans up and I leave to go play with my newly bought Legos. My Brother “Noah” plays on the computer and my Granddad “Popop” is in the dining…