Mona Lisa Smile

quickly ran over to the small table, and then dropped to her knees in front of the jar. “Mommy watch the roly-roly baby buggies?” asked Patience, as she brushed a few strands of hair from her face. “Yes, sweetie, I did,” reassured Chastity with a smile. Patience dropped Sue to the floor, and then seized up the jar in her hands. Holding it close to her face, her eyes searched the inner recesses of the clear container for any movement. Chastity smiled. “Do they have names…

trees can really kill a spirit but a real friendship always seem to balance the bad in life and make it better. There are some people that make you laugh a bit louder, smile a bit bigger, and help you be just a bit better than you were yesterday, back then she was always that person.The way we posed like statue brought an unexpected smile we literally took hundreds of pictures that day. I can still smell the beignets we ate that day ,the powder was smeared all over our face and clothes. All…

her own day, but now, she was just a shadow of the woman she used to be. The dark circles under her eyes were obvious as she bobbed her head. How long had Betty been working today? "I don 't drink coffee," Lara said to Betty. "Tea?" Betty didn 't smile or even look at Lara. "We don 't have tea. The sign says Donut 's n ' Coffee." Perhaps it was the way that Betty spoke to her, but Lara cowered. In that moment, it was clear to see Lara and the way she looked at Betty with awe and something…

“Yeah, I’m right behind you.” I reassure her with a fake smile. Once she is gone my brow furrows and my mouth draws into a frown. Why didn’t I feel anything? I mean come on.. If this place was so horrible then shouldn’t I be able to feel something?These are just some of the thoughts racing through my head as I…

She was a little colder, a little harder to get to know emotionally. Although she smiled less, she had 3 great friends who always tried to make her smile and laugh. She’ll never be the same carefree girl she was because of how her Dad’s death has shaped and changed her. She’ll always have this fear of everyone leaving her but she’s learned a lesson that she’ll always remember. Don’t go through life…

We did the same routine as the last time, yet I still did not feel confident. Actually, I was more nervous than I was the first time. Before I went into the testing area, my dad gave me a thumbs up and a big smile once again. I gave him the same one in return, but mine was with less pep in it. I listened to the voice over once again and still, I could not seem to stay focused. My attention switched to the walls and the old license plates again. It took me approximately…

seven seconds to judge a person (Pitts, 2013), but because the action of smiling resides in the cingulate cortex of the brain, if someone smiles the automatic response is to smile back unless the reflex is resisted (Stevenson, 2012). What if the immediate response is to frown because of the disgusting state of the smile? Teeth are an important part of a smile but if they are yellow and dirty, a person's life will be associated with uncleanliness. Because life is hard, drinks like coffee, tea,…

Freedom. Everybody has their own way to define the intricate word. However, for me it’s different. Freedom was the endless lake that flowed past my house on Wall Street, emptying out somewhere in the distance. Freedom was the smile on my wife 's face, when our children hugged her goodbye. Freedom was the joy spread when I interlocked hands with my slaves, when I brought them into the city. Freedom was the feeling of walking on the streets alone, while the wind combed my hair.…

walk towards him and for that moment it felt it was just the two of us, smiling and reaching over so our hands could intertwine into one another. "Are we ready to start the ceremony?" I looked foward and saw the judge standing in front of us with a smile in his face. We just nodded and at that moment it hit me that it wasn 't just him and me, there were many people standing around us. Warm familiar faces, some were smiling, some were tearing up and some were looking at their attire. As the…

was nearing the conclusion of my ninth grade year when the dark abyss of depression consumed me; Anxiety and sadness masked my cheerful demeanor. One of the few activities that could still bring a genuine smile to my face was art. It had been a long day of dodging small talk and forcing smiles when I decided I would spend lunch in the art room. “Where are you going?” Miss Moss the English teacher stopped me in the hallway. “The art room, that is okay, right?” I replied, tapping my thumbs…