Hot hatch

He is now gone for three months. I have not had many people in my life that I can share everything with. The time that I have had to spend with you just seems only a couple of days. Time goes by so fast when you're having fun right. I met you in the seventh grade at West Jr. High. Not the greatest school to attend but that doesn't matter because a couple years after that I met you, someone that hasn't left my side since then. It took a couple of years of me easing my way into your life slowly.…

Writing like this means I’m being sarcastic. I own a cult about finding out where people live. It’s honestly pretty cool how I know where everyone lives. JUST KIDDING!!!!!!!! Now you better read my essay or I’ll come to your house and hide under your bed. What are you doing still reading this? RUN AWAY BEFORE I COME!!!!! or read my essay. “Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars.” -Norman Vincent Peale. This is a quote I honestly love and I really think that described…

Anytime a molester is portrayed in a movie or TV show, it is almost always an old family friend, priest, or father. They gain the trust of their prey, usually a young girl or boy, through gifts or saying they will babysit the kid. Then the adult starts to ask the kid to touch them in the special place, saying something along the lines of, “Don’t worry. This is a good touch.” The kid doesn’t realize it isn’t a good touch and continues. These are usually the face of a molester. But mine was the…

I can hear New York City buzzing outside through my cracked window as I wake up. I used to love it here, that is until I lost the reason I wanted to live here. My love of New York City all started with him, he led me here. He was the reason why I woke up every morning. He was the only thing that kept me going, and now he's gone. The worst part isn't that he is gone, but that no one knows why or how. Not even I can explain it and I was with him until the very end. When the police questioned me,…

Sabo sighs as he opens the front door seeing the many piles of unopened moving boxes. he moved down the hall kicking off his boots, and unbuttoning his shirt along the way not wanting to stay in his work cloths longer then he had to his shirt was halfway unbuttoned when ace came barreling in. “Sabo!” before he could get a word in edgewise ace was on him arms wrapped around him hugging him close; his head barred in his neck nuzzling into it. Sabo flushed at the attention arms wrapping around…

Laying there, entangled in his embrace, I gazed up at him as he was sleeping. He looked so peaceful. A part of me never wanted to leave, but a part of me knew that I had to. “Erik,” I whispered, hoping that he wouldn’t stir, but his eyes fluttered, and he smiled when he saw me. “You’re still here,” he whispered back, “This was the first time I hadn’t dreamt of you.” “That’s a good thing?” Erik pulled me closer, “I couldn’t touch you in my dreams.” He kissed me, and I felt light headed. But I…

I know I was not very nice to you tonight, and I would like to say I am sorry. I am starting to feel like we are complete strangers just sharing a house. You have problems and you fail to relay you pain, concerns or ideas. You treat me sometimes like I am invisible and I don't exist. I hate feeling this way and the way I can handle it is lashing out. That is something I am not proud of but I feel no matter what I say to you, you just seem to nod and ignore the fact that i am feeling hurt and…

Hello, my name Bailee Labanowski. Thank you for taking the time to look around my website. I am sure you might be wondering, who is Bailee Labanowski? What does she do? Well thats what is post is all about. I was born and raised in Sacramento,California until I moved to Boise, Idaho to become a student at Boise State University. I have chosen to purse a career in teaching at the elementary level. Some of my hobbies and interests include running, snowboarding and participating in water sports…

English Gap of Silence I tentatively walk into the library behind Gatsby. All I notice is how spotless the furniture and books are, which only makes me more confused. I know he doesn’t come in here often yet it is so well kept. I wonder what this can be about. Maybe it’s about all these absurd rumors. Maybe he wants to know what has been said about him. I sit down on the crème chaise chair and wait to find out. Gatsby sits, posture straight. I wait expectantly. This isn’t just any…

Dear Pápa, You inspire me tremendously, you're my idol and I look up to you. You're a great hard working pápa with beautiful green eyes that I'm extremely jealous of. I love how you're so fun loving and that you correct me in my life by giving me advice that I can always use in my daily life. Not only that but you encourage me to try new things like going out for dance in the third grade because you knew how much performing in front of an audience means to me. You compliment me and build my…