I Got You

like 2 more minutes," I pleaded, running around my house like a crazy woman. "Fine," Regina said, rolling her eyes and plopping down on my couch. Ok I just needed to find the perfect shoes to go with my dress... I went to my room and looked under my bed for my plain black flats. Since I was going to a party, I was trying to avoid my feet hurting from heels. "Got it!" I yelled from my room and walked to the living room where Regina was now standing. "One million years later you 're ready,…

only child in his family and also since he had lost his only child. He asked Chris if he could adopt him as his grandson, especially since he grew very fond of him and Chris, however, only left him with one answer which was "we 'll talk about this when I get back from Alaska, Ron. (pg.55)", Franz really loved Chris and his affection for him was "genuine, intense and unalloyed (pg.55)." Before Chris entered Franz life, Franz was lonely and when he came into Franz life he helped fill the void in…

"This is your room," Amelia repeated from the doorway. "You can do with it what you want, it's your zone nobody else's. If you don't like the paint we can change it," "No - its - its perfect," he murmured softly before turning away and smiling at the older woman. "Thank you," "You're oh so very welcome," Amelia laughed although her voice did hitch slightly. "Your trunk is at the bottom of your bed, Susan is here but she wanted to give you room to get used to things." Turning, Harry instantly…

“Did you suddenly go mute?” “No, Coach.” “Districts are next week! I can’t afford for you to not have your head in the game! What’s wrong with you?” “It’s nothi—” “Don’t you ‘nothing’…

It takes us 20 minutes to drive from Cambridge to Boston. As I'm in the car, I stare out at the scenery of the cityscape. The tall buildings of downtown overshadows the sun, they consist of expensive shops and office buildings. The streets are filled with people rushing to get to stores for their over-the-top sales. Women are strolling along the streets with a child or two with them, while holding shopping bags, from the finest stores in the city. Elegant Silks is one of the top stores in the…

My heart thumps like a bass drum in my ears as I run. I can barely breathe but I don’t stop. I reach my car, crank the engine and put my foot to the floor. Driving through the streets of Brisbane to the highway, I start to think over Alice’s and my relationship. “You should come over this weekend. We can work on our project.” I messaged her late at night. “Okay, I’ll ask my parents.” Alice answers quickly before confirming she can. On Saturday morning, she arrives at my house. We work on our…

You’d be spying and reporting back to the regidor what you’d discovered. You’d have the protection of a spy, a pistol concealed about you, loaded and primed. If anyone suspected that you were spying on them they’d kill you. Dead!’ ‘He never mentioned the word “spy” but, yes, I…I suppose you could be right. It’s the element of danger that makes it attractive; and I would be helping to protect the king…and for good money! Nearly three times what I’m earning now!’ ‘The king’s a lazy fool. Protect…

them were even twitching oddly. It wasn't until we were nearing the last cell that I recognized the yelling as Jericho's. I hadn't noticed because of all the horrors on the way. I look over my shoulder at Garett. He had long given up on restraining me, but he looks somewhat weary about seeing Desmond. "STOP!…

Have you ever been forced into something that you absolutely would have never done if you didn’t have to? This fear became my reality last Sunday. For the first time in my eighteen years of my life I stepped foot into a church. I choose a local church for this experience called The First Reformed Church. The address to this Christian church is 5387 W State Road 10, Wheatfield, IN 46392. In this essay I’ll be explaining how this experience has changed me as a person and the things I witnessed…

driveway. I hope his meeting with Lily had been copacetic. I don’t care to be alone, so I knock at Emese’s front door. “Hello, lovely to see you,” she says, and invites me into the foyer. “How are you?” “I’m not sure. It’s been a crazy day.” “There’s roast chicken with tarragon in the oven,” she says, “I’d love for you to join me for an early dinner.” “Thanks.” We walk into the kitchen. The smell of food comforts me. She nods for me to sit, and arranges another place setting. “Do you…