Garage door

I walk out of the room into a long hallway and out of nowhere a door was slammed shut. I question my decision on coming to this place was taking this big of a risk worth it. The only option I have left is to crawl into one of the vents. I make my way out of the vents into the 2nd story of the building the Lobby is downstairs…

Dark images remain etched in my mind. During the time I entered my teen years something happened to alter my life. The memory echoing sounds heard at the beginning of that faithful night. A symphony of snaps and the soft crackling sounding in chorus effectively expressing a non-threatening occurrence taking place. The smoke was intoxicating, consequently, lulling us to sleep. Gently, I would wake unable to move; unsuspecting to me, my body being consumed with fumes. I could hear a still slight…

to the building. She silently shifted through the crowds of fellow students, slinking through like a shadow, and eventually she was at the front of the crowd and stepping through the doors. What was strange, however, was that the doors were kept opened by themselves and not kept open by teachers. Usually, these doors on the outside of the building were locked from the inside and had to be opened by a teacher to let students in. Also, none of these said teachers were even present. They hadn’t…

education was available to me. Because I was expected to be a high functioning student, the vision my parents had of me allowed them to shape me into what they had envisioned. But, like the author's situation, the doors for success were opened for me, yet I had to be the one to walk through those doors. There comes a point where age and independence takes over my mind as I was less privy to the words of my parents. During this time, personal accountability is now the driving factor of success.…

get back as soon as possible. I hopped out of the pews and pranced out of the enormous church doors, forgetting to pay attention to where my parents sat. As I returned from an inordinately long bathroom break, that I had incidentally not used for the bathroom at all, after waving goodbye to a few friends I had found outside, I reluctantly approached the imposing church doors. As I looked through the doors, it dawned on me that my earlier excitement had prevented me from taking my surroundings…

cleaning my “biohazard of a messy room” but I decided against it. I then realized that I wanted to go on a bike ride, but before that, I would need to do a load of laundry. I put it in the clothes, turned the machine on, and left it running. I closed the doors leading to the kitchen, as well as the hallway, wanting to turn on the air conditioning. Since our air conditioning unit was a window one and at least 10 years old it only worked in one room, which we designated as the living…

"Shit!" I hissed in a hushed voice as I heard my bedroom door being opened, I quickly slipped the razor blade under my sheets and I quickly pulled down my sleeve to try and not look suspicious, but I wasn't fast enough, my boyfriend, Leon saw me pull my sleeve down and raised an eyebrow before swiftly closing the door and marching over to me. "Emil! What were you doing?!" he said in a hushed, angry voice, to make sure no one else heard. "Nothing." I said quietly, diverting my eyes, Leon sighed…

shouldn’t be that half of the world get better education and the other half not very well education. Another opinion is that all these authors have helped to shape education throughout the years. The saying that caught my eye the most was “Open the doors of your mind with books.” This quote relates to me because my family in my house would always say that books can help you in your education. The reason why they would tell me that was because when I was in middle school they would always say…

Elizabeth opened the door, and ushered them in. She felt relieved when her friends came. She then told Jack and Elizabeth’s friend the plan. It's a group of four kids. Two were young women, and two were boys. The female children were both twins with both freckles, brown…

I thought it would be a good idea to put some routines and charts in effect for the Cortes household. The charts I used were for discipline, chores and rewards. The last time I was at Ms. Cortes’ house, the boys had ripped up her list of rules. This made it difficult for Ms. Cortes to enforce them and be consistent. The discipline chart had five steps; step 1. Starting point, 2. The warning, 3. The timeout, 4. No TV or games and 5. Go to bedtime early. Right next to the discipline chart, we…