I Got You

father and stood in a line. The first step is to give the eucharist. The first row stood the line to get the bread and the second row stood up after the first row finished. The whole room is in silence except the father kept saying “God bless you”. People who got the bread step to the left side where there was the man in white rode with a grail of wine. This is the second step — the wine. They sipped the wine and the man wipe the grail with a white cloth. People who finished these things came…

house right now. Music is blaring throughout the whole place and I can barely hear anything else. “CLAIRE!” I turn around and see Rachel running towards me with two red solo cups in her hand. “Take one.” she hands me one of the cups, filled to the rim. “Do you realize how many people are here? There are people here that I’ve never even talked to before, how did they all get in?” she continues, practically yelling in my ear. “Well you know Jay, all he cares about is his party reputation. He’s…

father was named Ed after a horse. When I was born my parents named me Jasmine after a beautiful white flower that grows on a vine. My mother wanted a name that was floral such as hers that could represent delicacy yet strength. My mother was born in Mexico along with both of her parents, and my father was born in Panama. His father was Cuban and his mother Panamanian. Both my parents immigrated to the United States at a young age. They met in El Paso where I was born and raised. My Parents two…

“You would need to go back to Elspeth’s Castle and steal one of her potion.” said Maurice. “Elspeth’s Castle? Why do I need to go there?” asked Nomi. “A long time ago, Elspeth had an accident when she was trying to gain control of the well of weathers. She had begun to use a spell to bring forth the forces of the well, but as she was casting her spell something went wrong. There was a big explosion that surrounded her. It ripped her heart out of her body. With a few moments to spare before…

“Sir Percival, Sir Percival, I’m here, I’m here! I have my own sword and everything!” On a stifling summer morning in Camelot, Sir Percival turned and saw a little boy, about age five or six, bounding toward him. The young boy’s shaggy brown hair bounced as he raced forward, and his cheeks were flushed bright pink due to exertion. Only a few paces away from Percival now, the little boy tripped over the too-large sword he carried, and the weapon went sailing into the air. Percival was forced to…

compassion is when you are willing to help another being in need without the expectation or intent to receive anything in return. I was privileged to grow up with a mother that was very compassionate and caring, and from an early age she showed me that true compassion is giving without selflessness. I often find myself doing things out of compassion from day to day such as holding the door open for someone if I spot them trailing close by behind me. However in these same instances, I find myself…

not Jer. You are not my father, nor will you ever be, so you don’t have the right to call him Jer.” Her hands formed into defensive and protective fists, but they stayed glued to her side. She wouldn’t dare to purposely hurt someone. She sat there wishing that Sterling had that same mentality as he set his hand down on her upper thigh. “No matter what we call him, he’ll still be gone until 3:35.” As his hand slowly crept up her leg, she tensed and stood up. “You know, I’ve actually…

driveway and I hopped out of the car before it could even completely stop. With my backpack repeatedly hitting my side I rushed through the front door, ran down the hall, bursted into my room and immediately shut my door. I dropped my bag and leaned against the wood, lowering myself to the ground. I pulled my phone from my pocket. Two missed calls, three texts, one voicemail. Mom. "Hey." Said one. "How did it go?" Asked another. "Call me when you can." Read the last. "Jason, its Mom. I was…

feel compelled to view both stances. Thus, they are torn between their moral values and ethics. Is Bernie too good for his own good? He was constantly categorized in a positive sense: “Bernie…had the ability to make the world seem kind. …Bernie made you feel real good about yourself” (Shepherd Project). When he ceaselessly outputs his good nature and pure heart to others, his own characteristics battle with himself. His personality back fires. Perhaps this story based on a true event implies…

“Kousei! Hey! Watari and I wanna say hi and hang out- open the door!” The boy, Kousei, sighed once again before answering the door for his friends. “Hey Tsubaki, hey Watari, why are you two here?” “I wanted to hang out and Watari said that he didn’t have anything else to do, so I dragged him over,” the small girl at the door said, a large grin plastered onto her face as her eyes sparkled. “Not true, I came because I wanted to,” the other friend, Watari, pouted. “Kousei, I made Watari come with…