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“Did anybody else in the vehicle… get hurt?” I held onto to my breath as her face went pale. “Unfortunately, a young girl around the age of four or five was in the car and her older brother was in the car. Her brother made it, but…” she looked away as tears tricked down her eyes and she pointed to the right. I ambled to the direction she pointed, but pit stopped as I saw a white sheet over a small lifeless girl on the gurney.
In a really chill room with couches as green as Shrek. With the scent like home as any other place. The couch feels soft and lumpy. It sounds like laughter and making jokes every minute. It never stays quiet.
I walk upstairs, because my room is in the basement, and I open the door to find my dad sitting at the table. “Good morning,” he exclaimed, as I start to put on my ID. My dad usually has a great attitude in the morning, which is kind of ironic to me because usually people are cranky in the morning. “Good morning,” i say back, and I pick up my fifty ton backpack and slowly walk out the door.
I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud. We started to cut through a dead cornfield, lifeless tall brown and crusty plants sat in a single spot and as the soft wind blew the once luscious herbs. I felt the dead greens slap me in the leg and burrs got stuck to my pant leg.
Jimmiela Bruessard 9th Honors Mrs.Smith Tonight? I stared into the dark sky, taking a deep breath. “Tonight...tonight.”
It felt as if I were on a ride that has been submerged into water and was trapped. My heart began racing, my palms were sweating pools, and my chest was so heavy that I felt as if I could not breath. In that moment I took him into a tight embrace while he still did not know what was going
( The morning is bright as I wake up and I flinch waking up to the sun's rays directly on my face I then sit up in bed looking at my broken alarm clock and then look around my room messy as ever) wow. (yawns) First day of school and I havent missed it by over sleeping (looks over to the window wondering about my sister and brother) wonder if howler and comet are up yet? Maybe not welp (gets up out of bed fast and heads to their doors) guess its my job to wake them up.
I walked into the room with mirrors all around me, the playing of soft music in the background, and the smell of sweat and hard work in the air. I know I'm in the right place. The counting 5,6,7,8 repeatedly followed by the hard thumbs on the shiny waxed brown wooden floor made by the perfectly pointed toes moving rhythmically to the music. The dancers don’t stop as I enter or even acknowledge my presence. Focus has taken over them and the determination to get it right is all that matters at this moment.
It was a nice sunny day, birds chirping, warm breeze in the air with the fragrance of flowers mixed with fresh cut grass. Out in the county of England. A family of two, a father and a daughter. It was the first week of school for teenage Zoe Jackson. She just turned thirteen, and beginning a new year in a new school.
“I will, hey mom can Joey come with us please?” asked Lexie with excitement. “That’s fine just get ready.” answered her Mother.
Reflective Essay I think overall, Micronarrative was a very successful studio, where I was able to not only create amazing works, but I also refined my skills, learnt a lot about the theory side of motion graphics and had a lot of fun while doing it. The course had the perfect mix of theory and practical work to help prepare us for the assignments which we would be working on. I honestly, really enjoyed being part of the Micronarrative team, especially having Rebecca as a teacher, who is very knowledgeable as well as understanding and really helps to motivate and push her students to produce the best work that they possibly can. I do not regret my decision of picking this studio over the others.
And before I knew it, the morning sun was up. RING! RING! RING! I slammed my hand on top of the clock and rolled out of bed.
The chicken sounds and I’m already up, already changed. I didn't want to get out, but the birds were chirping. Something was different. Today was different. I got downstairs and my brother Cameron, was waiting for me.
Beep. Beep. “Moriah, wake up it’s time for school,” I hear my grandma say next to me in the bed. My auntie’s California king bed makes her sound so far and yet so close. For a while I lay there, not wanting to obstruct my sleep
