The Hurt Locker

It was the third week of school. Jessica has been sitting on the bleachers for PE, she was wearing her blue jean jacket and her hair was tightening up, and did not dress out for the gym. Because of the bullies that they usually come to her and call her “The skinny little lady”, she was always aware of her legs, which guys always saying skinner than pen, and that wasn’t the only thing that she was aware of but also the way she talks and smile, her life was entirely miserable. The PE coach came…

Occasionally I do though, and the ones I know of, outside of a few, aren’t all that bad frankly. The first I would address would be the misconception that I am lazy and unorganized due to the state of my room and in middle school the state of my locker. While the locker probably actually was due to being unorganized since then I have become more organized yet I am still seen as this occasionally due to messy room I reside in. The problem is not however that I am unorganized so much as I have too…

The clock ticks, only a minute of class. Buzz, Buzz the bell rings and out we dash into the hallway. Zig- zagging through the many other kids chattering in the hall. As I reach my locker, I gather up my things and bring down to the locker room. A pond arrival my friends and I set our bags down and begin to converse about what we should do in the mean time before the game starts. As we get snacks before the game the savoir taste is wonderful after a long…

When I was 12 years old I wondered why my mom would cry. When I was 13 years old I wondered why her eyes were empty. When I was 14 years old I asked her why. When I was 15 years old I heard her stories. When I was 16 years old I learned depression is real. When I was 17 years old I learned depression isn’t sadness. When I was 18 years old I learned the right words to say. When I was 19 I learned what words not to say. A thick, grey cloud sits above my house. And waits. Its presence is intense…

He always wants to keep up the appearance of a loving and caring person. Polonius appears like a man who loves and cares about his son, Laertes. Polonius speaks to his son with advice that sounds sincere but in reality it is rehearsed, hollow and without feeling. In reality Polonius lies, manipulates people and eavesdrops on peoples conversation. Polonius helps contribute to minor theme of appearance versus reality by showing how his appearance is not his true nature, behind the mask there lies…

up for practice with the rest of the team stretching and warming up. I quickly ran over to the locker room hoping that other girls were in there as well. Once I reached the door, the creaking and the squeaking of the door welcomed as well as a gloomy short hallway. However, chatters and noises were heard throughout the room as I see other girls still getting dressed for practice. I rushed to find a locker and began to dress comfortably for practice; I chose a blue short sleeved t shirt with a…

your own? The strategies and techniques my parents used to teach me how to behave through my parents giving time to be with me and keeping me busy. Since I was under the constant care of my parents, I hanged and played with them leaving not much of an opportunity to misbehave. They took me out to the park and took me places to play with other children to build relationship and having fun. My parents never abandoned me as they never put me under the care of someone else. They spent so much money…

It was five months ago, that I first saw you. I had a long day and had decided to eat my lunch in the park that day. It was just random decision that to this day, I don 't regret. I was sitting on one of the benches across the way, just about done with my food when something caught my eye. The scorching sun was shining down on the whole plaza, its rays reflecting off a silver watch, making it glint in the sunlight. I was squinting my eyes in its direction and when my eyes adjusted, I was able to…

Trash - Questions 1. Raphael lived in the Smokey Mountains about 3 years ago before it got shutdown and shifted them down along the road. 2. There are many types of materials valuable to Raphael, these include plastic (sold by the kilo), white is best but do get blue. He gets paper, white and clean, glass, tin cans, the occasional t-shirt, pair of pants and anything he can make some pesos out of. 3. Raphael states that him and Gardo might as well be brothers as they have lived together and…

smile and nod. The same kind of smile and nod I give my parents when they lecture me about not putting my dishes in the dishwasher. Friday’s are now my favorite days. Not for the “normal” reason, but because Friday’s are leg day. I rush down to the locker room ensuring that I’ll be the first one to the gym. I stuff my headphones in, choosing one of fifteen workout playlists to be my soundtrack for the day. I cruise through the door engulfed by the familiar smell of rubber and sweat. Picking up…