The surroundings look unattractive. We start to hear running footsteps that grow louder. This continues for a split second until -- BANG!!! A GUNSHOT restores the silence.
My hands start shaking when the gun shots go off in rapid succession, three shots, seconds later, four more. I press the numbers 911 on the screen. A woman on the other end asks, "What is your emergency? " Quickly, I speak, "corner of Madison and Denver… a woman was screaming… then gunfire… seven shots, hurry."
Argumentative Essay PROMPT: After reading the article “To Tell or Not To Tell?” by Mary Kate Frank, write an essay in which you address the question, To Tell or Not To Tell? and argue why it is important to tell when a person’s health or safety is at stake. Support your position with evidence from the text. DO WHAT 1.Read 2.write 3.address 4.argue 5.support 1.the article “To Tell or Not To Tell?” by Mary Kate Frank 2.An essay 3.the question, To Tell or Not To Tell?
Moon grows in many ways throughout his whole adventure that the book Alabama Moon tells us. Moon grows and learns new things making him smarter and know more about life and how to act and be around other people. Moon says, “Nossir. I hope I’m done whippin up on people” (192). This shows he has grown and learned violence isn’t always the answer.
Living with my grandmother I really didn't have much to do, I was always outside watching my uncle and his friends play basketball. I enjoyed playing the video game, and building model cars, or shooting cans with my bee bee gun. My mother always had me helping her around the house either cooking, cleaning, or ding yard
Monday through Friday I stayed with my grandmother and great aunt, so that I could go to school. I was in elementary school at the time. I use to listen to my uncle play different types of music on his stereo so that he could mimic the sound with the instruments he was playing. I used to sing along with him dreaming that one day I would be able to sing just like the singers on the albums my uncle would play to. As time went on, my mother met a man that she felt was a good man.
I grew up in Bloomfield, PA, a small city-like neighborhood about three miles away from downtown Pittsburgh. The community consists of a series of uniform type “row” houses, most backyards include a small grassy area with a fence that is shared by the neighboring house, and the alleyway in between is where the majority of our childhood games were played. Bloomfield is sometimes referred to as Pittsburgh 's Little Italy because of its historically Italian-American population. My neighborhood is full of kids, generations of Italian families, and the delicious scent of fresh bread baking from Sanchioli Brothers Bakery just a couple blocks away. The main road, Liberty Avenue, is complete with an array of Italian restaurants, novelty shops, bakeries,
I played basketball with my cousins Bradley and Shane, we played for about 30 min. Then we went inside and ate, we had, rolls, chicken, potatoes, beans and stuffing. After that we talked and then went
The neighborhood I lived in had two different sides to it. One half was filled with old, dirty, ran down houses that looked abandoned, and the other half looked fresh, brand-new and clean. The newer houses all had similar structures and paint patterns on them. It was exploring this new part of the neighborhood where I discovered that there were other kids in my neighborhood besides me and my next door neighbor. At first discovering and meeting all these new people was exciting, some of the neighborhood kids even attended my school.
I was 16 it was the second month of 10th grade. My friends called me at 9:30 pm and asked me if I wanted to hang out with them I said, “sure i’ll be there in 15 minutes.” It was 9:45 when I fled with my truck. Bob, who was my friend, addressed me to his house. When I arrived the air was scented with the smell of roast beef.
It goes back to a hot summer day when I would play with my siblings. Laughter, running and games all day long until the street lights went on. Walking trips with other little neighbor friends and having picnics until the daylight ends. I would enjoy having friends come over to my house since it was always
Finally my last favorite activity is being in the ocean. It was my first im in the ocean and it tasted bad. Anyway one of the days we went seashell hunting I stepped on a jellyfish but my shoes where on and then we ended up swimming in the water for like ten minutes. Another time we went on a banana boat ride to go parasailing.
A heat wave hit my face when we got out of the plane. I was already sweaty! We grabbed our luggage from the baggage carousel. A brand new Jeep greeted our faces, I sat at the back drinking a Red Bull, enjoying the sights of Miami, people walking on the sidewalk in beachwear, palm trees waving in the breeze, I could taste the salty tang of the sea. We stopped at the beach, my little brother and twin sister were already in the pool, my parents were at the bar drinking cocktails.
We were invited to a friends going away party that day, so we went. While we were there, the atmosphere was so exciting; everyone was laughing, smiling, making new friends, and just having a good time all around. My friend had invited my brother and I to go outside and play on the swings and we did. We challenged each other to see who could go the highest and talked for a little bit, until I felt a buzz in the back pocket of my jeans. It was my phone, so I pulled it out to see who was ringing me.
It all started on a summer day, I went to nags head beach with my family. We got a big beach house with my whole family and a few friends. This was about 4 years but it feels like it was just the other day. We went at the very end of the summer. It was still nice and warm outside.
