I did not cry or refused to go to school like other students who were in my age. One day everything has changed in my personality which made different. I was very curious that day when our red big telephone had been broken. My mother was about to throw it away, but I took it from her immediately.
I decided to fix it, but this time I would not tell my sister. My shoes were muddy and I could feel my socks squirting out water as I walked. I went back to the camping site trying not to let my parents see me but of course, they saw me. I did not get in…. Then I ran and grabbed my bike and went outside and my older brother joined me, We were both still in our pj 's and we didn 't care.
It was tough to peddle but it got easier when I got moving because of all the snow, we both roads for the road and back without coats and only pages. We were so excited about getting bikes for Christmas we didn 't even care if we got cold or hurt. Then we started to lose feeling in our hands until we started to head home. On our way home my bike lost traction and I crash to the ground, I got a scratch on my elbow and a face full of snow.
Then one saturday morning I woke to find out she had been hit by a truck chasing dogs out. During the time we had Shala we picked up another puppy from a shelter, while all the other dogs were barking and jumping she sat at the end quietly, just smiling a dog smile, she had already been named Shasha. We ended up getting her that day, little did we know we were being deceived.
After we got her home it turned out that she was a pretty active dog and got along great with Shala. The bucket is heavy and my muscles are almost too tiny now to carry it all the way to the house. Opening my sleepy eyes, I see Mama sitting in the corner, cooking a handful of beans over a smoky fire. Good — the smoke will keep the flies away. She looks tired too. The strangers in village must have worn everyone out. P: His late-night activities Friday had caused him to skip running on Saturday.
It was never guys either they just thought bad of me because of what I did in middle school. I never felt like I fully had their trust or I was never good enough to be their daughter. However I just kept failing her, I was not the sparkle in her life….
Like I said before, I was not worrying about her being pronounced dead at the funeral home, I was extremely excited to just see, and touch her. After my uncle died, I felt really guilty. I fell asleep doing chemistry work, which was the same thing that I was doing the night my grandmother died. I hated school and I refused to bring home anymore chemistry work.
My uncle called my mother from the living room before he passed. Well as one infers my plans were in for a change. After rushing in the shower, I quickly rushed to my parent's room to tell them I was leaving. It sounded as though they were both drying their hair so I just left a note saying that I was leaving and I would see them later that night when I got in. I quickly got into my car and headed out the driveway as soon as my phone rang; it was Mandy, one of my best friends who was also going to the movie.
She asked me if I would mind picking her up and taking her because she had no gas. I told her alright but that we were probably going to be a little late. So I immediately turned my car around and drove the other direction to Mandy's house so I could go pick her up.
On the way to her house, the weather began to get worse. The rain began to fall heavier and the windshield became harder and harder to see out of. The car that was behind me kept riding so close to mine that I couldn't even see their headlights. I ended up building up anger and keeping my eye on the car behind me.
The moment I began to think about what was going on in front of the car, all I could see was water running down the windshield. No matter how hard I put my wipers on they just wouldn't go fast enough. It looked as if th Continue reading this essay Continue reading.