As the alarm clock blared for me to get up, I rolled out of my bed. Today was the day that marked one year since the attacks in Paris. I arrived at Reagan High School to find banners everywhere. I lived in Washington D.C., so we cared a lot about terrorists’ attacks. All day, we talked about the attacks. I loved learning about history and current events, but these attacks were always hard for me to talk about. My mother was in the military, which is why we lived in D.C. She received orders to…
bedroom and describe the situation which sparked the entire story, by saying “Annoyed, I reached across my desk, disregarding the unreasonable amount of clutter covering it. With a crash, and an explosion of color, an unidentified object fell to the ground, breaking apart and flying in every direction.” While this part of the paper was important, it was much less thought provoking than the second part of…