I Got You

I like the quote "Expect to be called a stand patter, but don’t be a stand patter. Expect to be called a demagogue, but don’t be a demagogue," in the speech given by Calvin Coolidge at Massachusetts. It might have a different meaning but to me, it means not to be what people call us. This is a common problem in the world today. We live by what people call us; our every steps and breaths are determined by people. A few weeks ago in my Chem class, a friend of mine asked me a question. She said,…

“No reason to stop you, Stealer Girl,” said Asa, using her baseball nickname from primary school. The last fingers of light glowed from the sunset, fading into a deep cobalt blue. Asa stretched luxuriously. “May I interest you in a hot fudge sundae?” “I’d love one, but I believe the drug store is closed.” “I happen to have a set of keys.” She giggled. “In that case, I would love a sundae.” They walked arm and arm down the dock, but when they got to shore, Nell said, “Oh, Asa, we forgot…

did everything together from the minute we met, most people found his superstitious ways weird, but I had grown to like them. As the ambulance carried him away I was in tears knowing that our friendship was over, and the only thing I could blame was that pole. May came in full heat with soaking temperatures, and the only thing on my mind was summer. It was coming up on the end of my 8th grade year, I had good grades with a good attitude, but no friends. Achieving good grades and success was…

7 years without Adeline. It’s all my fault. I killed her. The anger in my voice is what pushed her over the edge, literally. I let out a groan as I punched the bedroom wall that already had many holes as a result of my anger. The bedroom was littered with clothes of women. This was the only thing that eased the pain. Killing. It gave me such a thrill. Something about the way the blood would pour out, how they would beg for their lives, and oh, how I love the shrill terrified screams. Each girl…

next day, the same kid came to school wearing the same outfit as last night. As I saw the mysterious individual in the hallway, I heard murmuring. As I was approaching the door to my next class, the lights flickered ant it became eerily silent. It was so quiet, that I though everyone died. I proceeded to open the door, and realized I was correct.…

lost her son. In the ending of Lawrence’s he writes: Malabar came in all right. If I ride my horse till I’m sure , then I tell you, Bassett, you can go as high as you like. Did you go for all you were worth Bassett?” “I went a thousand on it, Master Paul.” “I never told you, Mother, that if I can ride my horse, and get there, then I’m absolutely sure—oh absolutely! Mother, did I ever tell you? I am lucky!” “No you never did,” said the mother But the boy died in the night (Lawrence 386). Although…

pockets and gathered the courage to speak, looking directly at the plaque, “It’s been a long while, huh?” He paused, as if he was expecting a response, but there was only the sound of a crow squawking, reminding him he was the only one present. “I suppose I should probably say sorry for not coming around more often.” He cleared…

turned his arm over. He saw a huge gash on his forearm. About an inch to the right, he would have died. “Ah, Zaroff got me good,” He said out loud to himself with a little snicker.Rainsford looked out of the kitchen window and saw the hounds lying by the puddle of thick, red blood on the ground. They looked peaceful, calm. “They look rather nice when they aren’t trying to kill you,” Rainsford thought. Rainsford looked through the cabinets in the kitchen for some food. It felt like he hadn’t…

named Eddie who has big dreams with a changing tone and a believable story. “Into the Great Wide Open” is a poem about a boy, named Eddie who had big dreams and goals. It all started when Eddie moved to Hollywood and got a tattoo. Eddie met a girl there who also had a tattoo. They got a place that their budget would allow. Eddie found a job at a nightclub,…

her oak, door fling open. Diamond has the paranoia of a dork. It got so crazy, sometimes she would have her husband, Jayceon Taylor sit at the school with her and grade. "Still her Mrs, Taylor?" Mr Thomas smirked. Diamond smiled awkwardly as he took a seat at the nearest desk close to her. He chuckled and placed a finger on one of the exams she was grading, that happened to be the paper of the failing football star, Ezekiel Elliot. "I swear that sucker…