What About Me

now, compared to what they were having at the beginning, that they have gotten closer and they don’t mind each other’s company. As they go through the boxes, Vivian just lets go and tells Molly all about her life. Before she realizes it, Molly knows everything there is to know about Vivian. She has never told anyone about it before. Molly wants to give something back to Vivian for letting her do her community service hours with her. Molly really cares about her now. Hearing all about Vivian’s…

On the first day of English 102 class I sat down in a chair, I was nervous and worried I wouldn’t make any friends. I look over and I see a girl that sat next to me, we both gave a little smile at each other then went along with our business. Keondrane’ and I talked that first day, my first impression was this girl is shy like me. Keondrane’ is short, 5’0, she has dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. She is shy and quiet when you first meet her, but as you get to know her she is a high-spirited…

together. When I recall a memory and I am not sure what exactly happened, I tend to ask someone who was there with me. For example, if my sister was there I would ask her what happened that day and she might have a different response. Both of us would say what we remembered and if the stories are different we would fill in the gaps. In my opinion, it is impossible to have a memory like a video…

weigh it downward, but space is a mystery; it’s non-transparent. “What am I even doing here? I should be heading back soon,” The sharp ends of each grass blade rubbed against the palm of my hands as I laid them on the ground, feeling the droplets of rain that remain from the storm hours prior. I didn’t care…

slowly out of his pocket to kill me, thinking I was his grandson Mike, but I told him that no knife was necessary because I had sucked out Mike’s soul and taken his body. He was relieved that I was still alive. But he still asked me when we were married. I rolled my eyes and grunted, “We got married on June 18, 1889”. He showed a small grin and hugged me like there was no tomorrow. I was so ecstatic to have extended life and since I was in Mike’s body, it made me feel young and strong. But…

asked myself, “The fall from the plane crash must've knocked me out.” I pushed a bush aside and walked through it. I immediately stopped. “What is this place?”, I asked myself. I feel like someone is watching me. Smack, smack, smack. Like 20 little Indian guys pointed bows and arrows at me. “I mean no harm”, I said, “I wish to stay here until I get a chance to leave.” A little Indian guy with his face painted red said, “ I don’t know about that Mr. useless. You seem to be useless to us. If…

particular plan had me excited enough to follow through. My friend, Olivia had introduced the idea of her visiting me. She planned on taking a train to Long Beach, and from there I’d be able to pick her up at the train station. After the plans were made I went to clarify it with my mother. My mother was extremely wary about the idea. The anticipation of a drivers license turns into a terrible trip for a friend. The significance of the trip was a well taught lesson that reminds me that “Mom is…

adult? Was it the fact I challenged you? Communicated in a grown up way perhaps, I would be really interested to know. You answered nothing of what i wrote, you denied that i have even read the bible without knowing me, you don't know my age or background. No, I went down your post topic by topic, answering everything, further you told me much about yourself- you were over 30, middle class (or wanted to be.) lived in England, believed in fairy stories, suffered with some form of paranoia, a…

were hitting rocks with baseball bats. Until one day when I learned the consequences of hitting rocks next to tractors. A few hours before the quote-unquote incident, I rode over to T.J.’s house. “Hey T.J,” I said as he opened the door. “Hi Gunnar, what are you doing here?” He asked. “I was wondering if you wanted to go play baseball over at Grandma’s?” I stated. “Sure. Why not.” T.J. added. After gathering a few things at T.J.’s house, we rode our bikes over to my grandma’s. After we made…

friend had spent the night at my house. The fresh smell and sound of leaves, it sounded like the sound of wind through a forest with all the trees swaying and hearing the leaves flap in the wind. It was the late afternoon and my brother, a friend, and me were playing in the woods. We had these pellet guns and we were having a battle. It was fairly warm out and we were by our creek. Around the creek were structures made from old pallets and scrap pieces of wood. We all had a lot of adrenalin and…