Smile

Being A Girl Is So HARD How does a person become an individual? Is there really a such thing as an individual? These are rhetorical questions often asked.Growing up as a girl along with two brothers and one sister was very difficult in my household because I was always taught not to show emotions,to express oneself to withhold it as a little girl I was allowed to play with boys once reaching the age of thirteen I was not able to no more . Did not understand why I was not able to no longer…

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.…

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…

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…

Chat Noir’s manor stood high and mighty under the pale moonlight. Marinette looked confusingly at Alya because the manor was silent like one of those black and white films she loved to watch at the petting pantry. “So this place is the Sockdollager?” Marinette piqued with a hint of disappointment. “Don’t worry, this is just a facade for the human's eyes.” Alya replied with a hint of a twinkle in her radiant hazel eyes. Alya dragged Marinette to the front gate before she put her wand out.…

awoken full of enthusiasm to be able to celebrate my 18th birthday after school. My family always has something planned for me whether it is going out to have dinner, or just cooking an amazing dinner at home. As I had driven back home, I had a huge smile on my face from the excitement of being able to spend my day with my family and my boyfriend. Unfortunately, when I had gotten home from school, there was nothing planned for my birthday. My birthday was proceeding very unpleasant, which was…

Are you serious?" She screams. I smile, "no. But, I am going in the bedroom." I look at Colton and he 's staring at me like I 'm a fresh piece of meat. I smile and walk into the bedroom. I hear the couch creek and footsteps down the hallway. Before I lay down Colton picks me up from behind and spins me around. I laugh, "put me down." "Magic word…

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…

"A dance my lady?" Beckett asks with a glowing smile his hand extended for hers. She giggles and takes his hand "You really want to dance with me when I 'm wearing this?" She asks her open hand gesturing to her simple half sleeved navy shirt and jeans, her usual work clothes for Happy Valley Preschool where she was a student teacher. His eyes travel over her body slowly, his lips curling upwards obviously liking what he see 's "I think you 're the most beautiful girl I 've ever met.." He says…

My wonderful teacher once asked “ What moment in your life made you really happy”. There is no definite answer, being able to wakeup everyday makes me happy. Stretching in my comfy bed makes me smile. Listening to the birds chirping, the sun beaming into my eyes. There are no words that can describe that happiness, its different than receiving a present or a brand new car. Getting up to brush my teeth, looking at the mirror seeing myself. Having the privilege to shower under warm water. Looking…