Gladiators 2000

The first threat came over the phone when there were suspicions of Minnijean going to Central High School. I walked over to the phone in the kitchen. A deep voice, a man’s voice came on. “If anyone in your family comes to that school, I’ll come to your house myself, and shoot all of you“, I ended the call, and stood there for a couple minutes, stunned by what just happened. And ran to mom and dad’s room. “Um, m-mom. We got a phone call “, I stuttered. “I’ll be there in one second honey.“ she…

A love that started in the rain The rain slowly dropped down, from the big oak tree near mistletoe falls. I saw teardrops, dripping from a beautiful girl in blue. She looked on edge and very bereaved. As I walked up to her I knew something was seriously wrong. I asked in a concerning voice “Are you okay?” She replied “My parents, they died in a car accident when I was fifteen and I then got put up for adoption. I got adopted by to people who hate me to death. So I ran away and I’ve been living…

Ever since, she said she has lived by herself scavenging for scraps, just like my sister and I. Then she said that's how she ran into me, that she saw Generals coming while she was looking for food so she tripped over a loose board on the cellar door and that's how she found it. Right as she is finishing her story I hear the door open, It kinda felt like Deja-Vu at that point. The door creaks everything is silent until the silence is broken. “Hello?” “MARLEE!” I couldn't contain my excitement,…

My Rough Reality As days pass, I'd notice myself all alone. No one to my left, no one to my right, all alone, from left in right. It started in my early adulthood, it started minor, but now I can't even go outside without being paranoid or given dirty looks, I spend most of my time staring at the wall, thinking, if there's any hope, or meaning left to my life anymore. It usually ends up with me screaming, and crying; crying myself to my sleep, or sometimes barely getting any sleep,…

The Stalking Dead I was running away from the strange man who kept following me. Everywhere I went he was there. I was trying to escape him, but every turn, corner, or street, he was there. He kept telling me “it’s time just accept it.” As I was running away, he kept stopping in front of me. I was starting to freak out, but kept telling myself “stay calm” but that didn’t work. When I got to my house, there he was sitting on my doorstep. Also next to him there was an hourglass tipped over.…

I won’t say my story is unlike any other. I won’t that I’ve been to the ends of the earth to fight for my honor. I can’t say that my family abandoned me on the steps of an orphanage, or that I never felt love. Those things would be the makings of a really heartwarming story. But, it wouldn’t be my own. Despite never experiencing those things, I am no longer ashamed or scared of what I can say, I’ve seen seen the face of true evil. I went into my freshman year hopeful. I was at a different…

We often think about the endpoint of a journey and not the actual journey itself. The poem,“On Turning Ten” by Billy Collins focuses on this, but on the journey of life. In this poem, Collins tells the reader how growing up in life has rough changes to us, and our journey gets harder as we go on. The author emphasizes on the landmark of passing double digits, and what lies ahead from this. By using metaphors and imagery, the author shows that as we get further into our journey of life, everyone…

"Enjolras, you're coming to bed. Let's go." Enjolras was exhausted beyond belief, and it was apparent with the bags under his eyes and his groggy voice. Pasha had taken notice, and she was not playing around when she expressed her demand. Surprisingly, however, Enjolras did not argue nor hesitate, and he followed Pasha without a word of complaint. She turned off the desk light and led him to his room, separate from hers. "Thank you, Pasha." Enjolras whispered groggily, smiling weakly as he laid…

I want to first start off by saying how sorry I am that the court move was rejected, I wish you luck on the circuit court. I got your letter Tuesday last week, which was when my finals were for my accelerated classes, I hope you won’t get mad at me if I make this letter a bit shorter than my previous ones, but I am a little tired of writing so much for school. You will be happy to know I got all A’s in college so far, mainly because college is definitely easier than high school. I also now have…

I Don’t Like Mondays On Monday, January 29, 1976, Brenda Ann Spencer decided to act upon her desire to “do something big to get on TV”. The then sixteen year old got her .22 caliber semiautomatic rifle, and shot for 15 minutes at San Diego’s busy Cleveland Elementary School schoolyard just across the street. Principal Burton Wragg and custodian Michael Suchar were both shot to death, and nine others were wounded, including eight school children. After Spencer barricaded herself in her home for…