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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.
Ti loved it when we would be walking downtown to get something to eat with other gamblers and we would come across a sidewalk vendor with a fruit stand. Ti would bet he could throw an orange on top of a three-story building, somewhat of a gamble, so to take some of the gamble out of the bet Ti would have the gamblers stand a short distance away from the fruit cart. When Ti went over to the fruit cart, he would stand in front of the oranges and you could see him pick up a few and feel them, trying to pick just the right orange. That’s when I would try to get their attention by flashing my money and asking who would like to bet what. Now, when I saw Ti standing sideways to the fruit cart, I knew he was ready, so I would take off one of my alligator shoes, put it on the sidewalk, and put all the bet money under it to keep it from blowing away.
I rolled Devon in his wheelchair down to the parking lot to show him my new ride. The hospital always insisted on us using the wheelchair and was very strict about Devon getting up out of it when he was not in his room or in physical therapy. “Your mom got you this? Oh my goodness, it’s beautiful. How’s the sound system?” said Devon “totally bumping’.
The sun wasn’t out yet it was kind of chilly well for me it was. I felt as if was looking at everything to the color White and Black. My mom woke up my sisters when we were getting ready to eat breakfast at a restaurant….The food was good my dad said. They were laughing well my mom was on what my dad said.
It is 4:00am in the morning, and life begins anew in my household. Clothes are being laid out and breakfast is being cooked. The sounds of the morning begin to take shape. The coffee maker eschews the splendid flavors of coffee which engulfs the small apartment. These early mornings are followed by late nights.
I walked out of my now ex-girlfriend’s house disappointed because I thought that this girl, Felicia, was the one. I walked out towards the road where my old car was sitting waiting for me to make the somewhat miserable drive back home. I stumbled into my car and began the drive down M-35 back to the small town of Norton, North Carolina. I couldn’t help but ponder what had gone wrong with Felicia to make her think that enough was enough. I knew I had to focus on the road, but I couldn’t because there were a million thoughts going through my head and I had tears in my eyes.
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.
Papers were scattered across the floor, every desk and chair was thrown against the door. Scratch marks trailed the wall. Dust floated around the small classroom and footprints laid in the dust. I stood in the corner with everyone else, My grey hair flowed in the wind coming from the smashed window. Sharp specks of glass pierced my bare feet as I walked to the window, I didn’t seem to notice or maybe I didn’t care.
I remember when I was a little girl and my Dad had just gotten remarried, my step-mom told me as we walked up to the entrance of Walmart she said that I could now call her ‘mom’. At the time I was six and I really didn’t understand what was going on and I went along with it being the people-pleaser I am. I just remember thinking this is wierd I already have a mom.
The sound of the laughter coming from the person beside me and the other people in the room. This is what I hear when I think family,this is what I hear when I think friends. What do you think?Keep reading and I’ll tell you more .
It was the night before Christmas and my Brother and I tried to sneak into my parents room and find our Christmas presents. Zack was too scared so I snuck into their room, opened up the closet and peeked at it and I saw them. I went back by my Brother and told him that I saw them and we went to go back in and the door started to squeak and I looked over and my Step Dad was looking at me at that moment I knew I messed up. He told us that we could not get out of our beds until they woke up Christmas morning.
Driving up to Summerville Georgia for a weekend adventure, I look out the window to a wonderland of colored leaves. It is beautiful; it is Fall. My family and I were renting a cabin. When we arrived we went outside for some exploring, then headed to Walmart to purchase food for lunch. At Walmart my Mother told my Father, siblings and me to get microwave meals.
The air turned black all around me I realized I was alone. It had all started this morning at school. I was in geography and doing my work when suddenly someone barged through the door. It had turned out to be a security guard. He was looking for me
I woke up to the smell of bacon and the sound of a tv downstairs. It was a brand new day. Me, my mom and my sister had decided to go to the Flatirons mall after church today. I wanted a yo yo and my mom was going to look at furniture. I had done a lot of research about this yo yo.
Jessica, a naïve 24 year old college student, woke up in a daze and very confused. It was dark and smoky, and she could feel something wet running down her face. Last she remembers she was leaving the Halloween party that was being held at a haunted hotel in New Orleans. She was invited to this party through her sorority.
