Snickers

I floundered to locate the right key through my obscured vision, smashed the door open, hurried upstairs to my room flinging my bag down and shutting the door with a boisterous bang. In the silence of my room I could not hear my fellow students snickers, their taunting, their shrieks, giggles and clamour. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with air, squeezing my eyes closed in order to be oblivious to the world and yelled until the sound ricocheted of my walls and all the rage expelled out…

Falling into Reality Emily knew the right thing to do was to help Belinda, but she froze. Doing the right thing is not always the easiest thing to do. In A Step Towards Falling by Cammie McGovern, McGovern uses the perspective and character development of Emily and Belinda to teach readers that it is okay to be different from everyone else and that each situation does not have a right or wrong answer. McGovern uses two different character perspectives to demonstrate to the reader that not…

soundless on the grass, helpless, terrified and shaken. Above her vision excels grey skies. In the air echoes her sorrowful cries. A moment in darkness his face reappears, her clothes torn, her mascara smears. Her pleading screams, his sickening snicker, icy black eyes, the smell of liquor. A butcher's knife and malicious intent, loss, pain and torment. "Charlie! Charlie come back here!" She shouts angrily to her German Shepard. His scruffy black tail wags from side to side as he races away…

For generations, "don't judge a book by its cover" has been a common phrase in teaching children not to use appearance as a factor of identifying other people. The phrase is extremely necessary. How humans perceive each other at first depends entirely on appearance; it is impossible to ignore when making a first impression. Because of this, elements of people like their attractiveness, gender, and race create factors of one's identity, separating them from other humans who fit different…

My midnight black eight-year-old eyes stare intently at the tall man standing in front of me. He wears a purple and yellow striped shirt, a very unflattering color combination, with thick sand-tan cargo shorts, and piled on top of his head is a massive brown afro. Who is that? I wonder as I clasp my sister’s sweaty chubby hand tighter. The man steps aside to reveal a big banner on the doorway. “Yerba Buena Skatebowl Camp” it reads, and it hangs lopsided, one end brushing the top of a young…

It happened all of a sudden. I had blacked out and when I woke up I saw an unfamiliar face in front of me, along with my best friend, Quentin. Having introduced ourselves, we decided to get our day started. The first thing we did was go to a huge house. Then, we went to the movie theater. Finally, we visited an amusement park. It started when I tripped over my feet and hit my head, which caused me to black out. When I woke up I saw an unfamiliar face in front of me and my best friend, Quentin…

your lady’s maid”, he finally said. Sam tried not to react to the image that popped into her head – an image of Jacob dressed only in a white lace apron with a lace cap – she tried not to laugh, turning her face into the pillows she lay on, but snickers turned into giggles until, with tears streaming down her face, she lost complete control. Despite her pain, Sam started laughing and couldn’t stop. --- Jacob watched her closely, noticing the tension draining from her body as she laughed. Not…

The world is a very vast place with millions of places to be discovered by people, on occasions though, all the places in the world can be taken up and some are left without a space. In Catcher in the Rye by J.D.Salinger, Holden is one of those few left without a place in the world; he doesn 't fit in. Based in the 1950’s, Holden is a 16 year old telling the days before his mental breakdown. Prior to his psychiatric incident, Holden suffered from the death of younger brother Allie and has…

Dead. They were dead. The news of death travels fast here, but I’ve never seen it celebrated with joy. Even though my friends are happy about it, I can’t help wonder ‘what about Jo-jo, her parents died what about her?’ Jo-jo doesn’t talk to anyone, trust me I’ve tried so many times. All she does is look ahead. I know why though, she’s afraid of something. I just don’t know what. I was joyful today though, it’s the day of her parents funeral. I know it sounds messed up, but Jo-jo will be coming…

The alarm screamed, waking me from a dream of a monumental journey through a land that had been long forgotten. I moaned and turned the noise off. As I pulled myself upright, a wonderful aroma entered my nose. Mom is cooking bacon. Now I have a good reason to get out of bed. I trudged to the kitchen, and I found Lola, my little sister, squealing and bouncing off the walls. She was excited for her first day of Pre-K. I miss those days. Still half-asleep, I devoured my serving of bacon as I…