Insult

Walking on Puka Shells I am walking down the coast of Hanalei Bay, barefoot, and my wetsuit clinging to my body. I am looking for something, but I am not sure of what that is. The sky is grey, something seems off. I look further down the beach and I see something that looks like a body. As I am running closer and closer, the shape begins to take form. The closer I get, the harder it becomes to run. When my eyes have completely focused on the no longer blurred shape — I realize what it is. Or…

“Bre come eat breakfast!” My mom shouted up the stairs. I jumped out of bed, feeling good, thinking, this is the day to ace my class presentation. In history, we had to create a class presentation about the Civil War, and we had to include dates of what day that event happened, etc. I grabbed a pair of my extremely tight jeans, my extremely baggy, ACDC t-shirt, and my old, dirty, pair of white high top, Chuck Taylors, and I ran down the stairs, getting dressed on my way down. When I got to the…

You’re sitting in your room. Door locked, with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper in front of you. Your hand is shaking and the tears begin again- for the third time in the past hour. ‘To my family’ you write at the top of the page, but decide it’s a bad way to begin your letter, your suicide letter. You try again, start over, again, but you don’t know how to begin. No one understands you; no one knows what you are going through, you’re alone or, at least, that’s what you think.…

Casper Phasma was sat on the counter, his small feet kicking against the dark wood of the cabinets. His mother stood beside him, a blue mixing bowl in her arms. "Ohhhkay Casp, what does the book say to do next?" She said, and Casper looked at the book in his lap. "Stir the milk in until the batter is smooth and fluffy!" Casper replied confidently, a wide grin with a missing front tooth playing across his lips. "Thank you!" Caspers mother smiled, and she reached over for the milk, setting…

Today, on March 23, 1765. An act was passed yesterday by the Parliament called the Stamp Act and I, Averill Hartnett is outraged. Just in case you did not know what the Stamp Act was. This meant you had to pay a tax for any written documents such as legislative resolves, prints, licenses, newspapers, and songs. Just as the colonists heard this law, immediately started disputes, and began feathering and tarring tax collectors. My family was furious too. Dad grumbles while looking out the window.…

Dead On Arrival Often times the unexpected happens and your life changes, sometimes for worse but more often than not for the best. In life we cannot predict what will happen to us. If we were afforded that ability life would be much easier and we most certainly would sustain less heartache. Instead we must take what is handed to us and make it pleasurable or better yet worthy of a life worth living. Or we can let it consume us in the depths of our inner most being. I refuse to lie down and be…

CHAPTER 1 OUT IN THE WOODS WITH YOUR CRAZY UNCLE “but mom that’s not fair i’m twelve! Twelve and i still don’t have a pokemon my friend-” you get cut off with a glare “i don’t care what your friends have your not them and what i say goes i’ve never liked though creatures lil devils i tell you” huffing your cross your arms “what’s your problem? Nothings wrong with pokemon their everywhere i mean even old people love them so why do you hate them so much” you mother froze at your question “i…

I interviewed two young girls on April 21, 2016. The girls are Lauren, who is six years old and Elizabeth, who is twelve years old. The two girls are sisters and they live in the same household. Lauren and Elizabeth share many characteristics, but they also differ in many areas such as communication styles, they have varying answers to the same question, and have different relationships with their peers and family. Language is a form of communication based on a system of symbols. Language can…

After my mom passed away three years ago because of a car crash my dad and I decided to move to San Mateo, California. Everything was new to my father and I, but we had to find a way to move on, moving from Michigan to California was a huge difference. In San Mateo the beach is right across our house; everyday is as bright and sunny as the last, in Michigan everyday was like winter. Well, in just one week I’ll be starting school at San Mateo Mountain High School. New kid, at a new school with…

The Moore name was hard to live up too, they were well known as well as loved but Charlie the last generation of the men was the son his family never wanted. Charlie Moore’s father passed away about five years ago during his senior year of high school, leaving him with all the money in the world, his family's million dollar hotel, and some broken dreams for his future. He did not see the purpose of all the money, nor did he want to live the high life that they all did. It was not ideal in his…