“What! You must be mad or something? I must have given the performance of a lifetime last night. There is no way someone could have known it was staged!” said Wilson. “Well if you had done it my way we wouldn’t be in this mess now would we?” said Daisy.
I didn’t want to tell you because I was scared. I still think its my fault even though Summer said it wasn’t. I don’t like talking about it with anyone else but summer because Tommy did the same thing to her. I’m ashamed and disgusted of my decision to go to his house
While it’s happening, everyone looks the other direction, not wanting to stick their noses in someone else’s personal life. But when someone gets tragically hurt or even dies, that’s when they realize they should have paid more attention; but then it’s too late. So, instead of asking what went wrong, ask what you can do to help. You might be saving someone’s
I sat at my desk petrified by the announcement of the in-class essay, a three page rhetorical analysis. How was I supposed to write a rhetorical analysis when I had never written something that did not start with "My dear diary.." or "Once upon a time.."? I felt hopelessly lost. My entire life I had viewed that being homeschooled was a great advantage, in many ways it was, but now I needed some writing skills that I clearly lacked. I sat staring at the blank computer screen, scraping my brain for the right words.
There isn’t a ray of sunshine which makes me feel like the day has just ended; however, as usual it has just begun. As my chair rotates to face the inevitable day, I click the button to start up my computer. My fingers have gotten down the routine when I log in to my computer. I type the usual on the black keyboard: name and password. Doors slam one after another as coworkers race to get to work on time.
“Look Arianne, I don’t need any piece of your b**s** advices! Just tell me you’re still in love with me that’s why.” “Yeah… “She grasped for an answer.” I still love you but you are more than a dirty jerk! So I’m not going messed up love with you!” “You pretty little liar, that’s why I broke you! But I guess it’s Curtie who is more than a liar, can’t you see she doesn’t have amnesia anymore, Curtie and I, were truly deeply in love with each other “he said in a sarcastic
It may seem like a lie, but we literally talked every day, and I shortly started to realize that I liked this girl more than I originally thought. Little did I know, so did a lot of other people. I foolishly confessed to her that I liked her prematurely. I was nervous though, I had never liked anyone as much as her, and I don’t know if I ever will. She was honest with me, and pointed out that we didn’t really know each other all that well.
This was the start of a new hobby that left behind another. I never again found that same level of desire to read. I still read here and thee in middle school when I had nothing else to do. Reading became a time filler not something I sought out to do. As I journeyed through high school I struggled to find motivation to read even the assigned novels and reading.
Sleeping lately has been a struggle simply because I can’t turn my mind off. It’s always running and I’m lacking sleep because of it. This last year I’ve really became a thinker. I got this way by reading into conspiracy theories and religion. Conspiracy theories really do make you think.