Who Do You Think You Are

“You know jungle juice,” Adil said, after not getting a reaction out of Michael. “They get a large container and fill it with some cheap juice or fruit punch, then pour a bottle of this stuff in it. Gets the whole room lit up for like twenty bucks. It’s the only way people can handle this stuff.” Michael picked up the bottle and spun off the cap. He then took a long belt from it with not so much as even flinching. “Whoa,” Adil said, astonished. “I guess a big guy like you does need to water it down, huh?” “Evan Dunlap,” Michael responded, with a voice so heavy and powerful that it shook Adil to his core. “E-Evan Dunlap?” Adil asked bewildered. “Where?” Michael asked. “I… I… don’t know no any, Evan Dunlap.” Michael reached out and grabbed…

the rim. “Do you realize how many people are here? There are people here that I’ve never even talked to before, how did they all get in?” she continues, practically yelling in my ear. “Well you know Jay, all he cares about is his party reputation. He’s lucky that he can play football, if not he’d be kicked out of school in a heartbeat.” I roll my eyes. Jay is one of those guys who is just looking to get in trouble. He likes to be the…

different people here that you knew, but you still didn't consider anyone as a friend. You stood in the queue, playing a game on your phone for pastime, and waited till you could serve yourself some food. Just as you finished the 4th level in your game, the doors opened up and you turned to look at who was making so much noise. It was a group of boys, seven of them, and they were all strikingly beautiful. One of them you recognised from before; he was the boy who you had admitted to liking and…

and a desire to leave his family without the burden of financial debt we can develop empathy for others who may be in the same situation. Breaking Bad feels deeply rooted in reality. Its likely viewers know someone who's struggling to keep food on their family's table, or has insurance that doesn't cover as much as they need them to. Through developing an attachment to Walter White, it makes it easier…

Denis Hale Johnson is an American writer.Told in the first person, “Emergency” begins when the narrator has a break in his emergency room job at an Iowa City hospital, so he goes searching for his friend Georgie, an emergency room orderly who often steals drugs from the hospital. One of the main characters is Gorgie and he helps us realize Without irony and the ability to see more than we would want to while reading about Georgie, we would never see the true meaning behind Emergencies really…

The first threat came over the phone when there were suspicions of Minnijean going to Central High School. I walked over to the phone in the kitchen. A deep voice, a man’s voice came on. “If anyone in your family comes to that school, I’ll come to your house myself, and shoot all of you“, I ended the call, and stood there for a couple minutes, stunned by what just happened. And ran to mom and dad’s room. “Um, m-mom. We got a phone call “, I stuttered. “I’ll be there in one second honey.“ she…

It’s best if you don’t think about it,” Nikolai shrugged at Scarlett’s confused face. “Why do the Vulkans care about our schools existing?” Ryan asked. Nikolai sighed. “See? Now this is why the majority of the fledglings start out in a smaller school. That way they can learn about all of this crap and I can save my breath,” Nikolai mumbled agitated. “The Vulkans want to take over the world,” Charlie said. “Their ultimate goal is the rid the world of all normal humans and fully replace…

possibly thirty or so years old, with solid black well maintained hair, and a wide mouth from which he spoke again. "Who might you be?" The man inquired standing before me, his query drawing the attention of most of the individuals within the room. "This letter arrived four days ago?" I responded presenting the summons for David McNeil, the favored…

black eyes peering through holes of the costumes gave no clue as to who the kid was. I’m pretty sure he goes to my school, because there is only one middle school in my whole city. The person is also the height of an average middle schooler. The juvenile is also really thin, like a paper. The costume that he is wearing is very loose, and just flows in the wind on him. The next day, the same kid came to school wearing the same outfit as last night. As I saw the mysterious individual in the…

“Who is the prince again?” Hinata asked, stepping through an archway to find a group of soldiers off in the distance. By their emblems, they seemed to be from Aoba Johsai. “Hah? You don’t remember, Hinata?” Tanaka replied incredulously. As the two waved to the group of soldiers to get their attention, he answered, “Oikawa Tooru. From what I heard, he’s quite the pretty boy, and his Coming to Crown ceremony was today.” Hinata stopped waving as the group started to approach them. “Too bad he…