It was a Friday, I remember that day as if it was yesterday, I remember going to the restroom so I`d fix my makeup, there I heard a girl yelling in one of the bathroom stalls about how “she usually pays” I don’t know what was happening there, and all of a sudden, a girl came out of a stall and grabbed my shoulder, she was about 3 inches shorter than me with black hair and piercings, her eyes were red, she opened her mouth to talk but nothing came out, then she asked “hey please girl, I know we don’t know each other but please I beg you all I need is 15 bucks, please I have no money left, I need money I promise I`ll give you back your money really soon please” I looked at her pleading in front of me, she was about to cry, as if those 15 dollars were a life or death material, little did I know. I thought the same cliché way that anyone would think of I thought of the normal “she got bullied by another girl and had to give her money so she`d leave her and then she realized that she needs money for lunch or else she`ll starve” I nodded and said in a soft yet a scared voice “okay, give the money back whenever you want to” I handed her money, she looked very pleased and happy she ran back to the one of the stalls, about 5 minutes later she came out with another woman, both of them had brown carton boxes. I wondered what would the boxes contain, and the curiosity killed the cat, I don’t remember what was going on. I just remember that I was following the girl; I wanted to know what did she buy. I had so many questions to ask. I placed my ears on the door in order to hear what was going on, I heard nothing, just the voice of a box getting opened. I decided to do something I never thought I`d do, I opened the door. I saw the girl ...
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...d the answers. After putting me in jail for about 7 days the policemen sent me to rehab. I had to recover; I had to get my life back on track. They put me in a rehab center for about 6 months there I met a lot of people that taught me a lot of stuff, they taught me love and hope and faith. Most importantly they taught me that the heavenly pills are not good, they taught me that they are not my friends they are my enemy. They taught me that stupid pills would never help me they`d burn me, and turn everything into ashes. When I came out of rehab I had a new goal in life, I wanted to help people. I wanted to be like those people who helped me. Who made me who I am now, I don’t think I was ever as happy as now, I feel that right now I am infinite. Right now I rule myself and I control myself. Right now I`m the master, I`m the Queen and there is nothing that can stop me.
It was a warm morning, Leah was getting ready to see her new high school with her mom. She looked through the window and saw a young boy around her age wearing a red cap, cutting off weed and fixing up a place across from where she lives. The guy knew she was looking at him from across the window, so he looked up and gave a smile at her. Leah moved away from the window and got embarrassed. She then took another peek and saw that the guy left with his bicycle, she was wondering who he was. A few minutes later, Leah’s mother took her to the high school she will be attending to, she saw the high school and it was much different where she attended to in New York, it was like a type long house with only 3 big room, they only had 1st year, 2nd year, and 3rd year of high school. They put her 1st year of high school which is like freshman year again. Leah will be starting high school within 2 weeks. She was kind of excited but yet nervous about how people will act with her since she can’t speak much Spanish. The next day she saw the guy she looked at through the window again cleaning up the property from across her house, he saw her looking at him again and he waved hi to her, Leah hid quickly and turned red, she told herself “ he probably thinks I’m a weirdo or he probably thinks I’m stalking him”. She then wanted to say hi back
Located in the popular Yosemite National Park, Yosemite Falls is the tallest waterfall in California. Every year, mother nature’s breathtaking beauty attracts millions of people from around the world. People hike for three long and fatiguing hours in anticipation of witnessing forceful water rushing down the steep mountain from 2,425 feet above. Last summer, my family and I backpacked through the Yosemite Falls Trail and I came to learn what a truly exhausting experience it is.
“Men, for many of you, today is your first day training as a Knight of Camelot,” said Prince Arthur to the group standing before him. “And be grateful you’re not stuck in a torrential downpour as I was on my first day of training here on this very field. The sun is shining and I plan to work you hard.”
Although there were many other things to worry about as I transported my flock, my mind still drifted to the merchant's daughter. The dark night sky gave my memory time to fade into familiar sounds and colors that made my recollection of that day clear and vivid.
The tower of steps was now a steep cliff. At the end of the steps stood a tree covered in red and green electric lights that seemed so far away. She stepped down, one step at a time, shaking the railing, coming closer to the tree. The shiny nickels clanked in her pocket when she reached the cold pavement at the bottom of the stairs. She squinted and saw a yellow sign with red writing across the street that said “Jitney’s Drug Store”.
You have given me my life back, the sentence I still remember from one of my detox patients while I was working at Behavioral Health Care Associates. This was the most satisfactory response that anyone can get while working with patients. That response has strengthened my belief in psychotherapy, counseling and positive conversation in addition to the standard pharmacological treatment methods in the process of transforming a physically and psychologically deranged person into the meaningful person of the society. Now, I strongly believe in the healing power of words that’s why I want to pursue this field as my career. I want to help people and want them to have a constructive, energetic and a happy life. I feel the perfect way to help them
As the night became morning, I greeted her at the front of the Starbucks building, and we went inside to buy a drink. As we waited in line she told me the story of how she saved five female sex slaves. I was astonished as she told me the story. Afterwards we made it to the
“Are you sure I can’t just transfer schools?”. A question I had asked a billion times over. “100%. I promise you, you will be okay”. My mom rubbed my back as my head dropped onto the cold kitchen counter. I didn’t want to hear that I would be okay. I wanted them to let me have my way. “You’re in your last year what difference would it make”. My brother joined the conversation as if someone had asked. I rolled my eyes, letting him know his opinion was being recognized and very neatly filed in the trash bin in my brain. I made my way to my bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, burying my face into the pillow. My parents were right, I could handle it. I just didn’t want to.
Don’t do it. Don’t you dare eat that cookie, I chastised myself. It’s over 140 calories, contains at least five grams of fat, and chock full of carbohydrates—probably not trash you need in your body (but).
she always used to wish for a way to escape her life. She saw memories
Both boys were only five years old at the time spending the night with me, this bedroom they were sleeping in faces the street, it was late I was already in bed. They said she was very young and beautiful with blonde hair, she asked them not to be afraid, to come to the window and they did, continuing to inform them there wasn’t much time, they were after her and she had to talk fast there wasn’t much time, she needed them to keep a secret. She had blonde hair and a hole in her neck where blood was coming out dripping down her hello kitty shirt, she told them that she has been watching them for a long time and she sees how they treat their Grandmother and that makes her happy, she is proud of them and wish she could be their guardian angel, asking them not to tell their Grandma and Grandpa until they turn ten years old, because she doesn’t want
John Smith has a couple of years left until he retires from his job in London where he has worked for over 25 years. John has loved this job as it has involved him saving lives.
This was the turning point in my life. With an incomplete education on one hand, I was a lost soul, unaware of what to do or where to go. I ran into a group of people who claimed they could assist me out of this dark web I was now tangled in. They introduced me to drugs. Dosed with pills of heroin and cocaine, my life was tumbling downhill like a snowball, only gathering wrong as it rolled.
As the sun slowly settled, darkness began to overcome the Earth. Sickness—had come. The sickness slowly but readily crept into each home. It was the Midnight Theft. The destructive plague stole during midnight—it stole lives. Deep in the heart of Tukenasville, people were dying, and the whole country was beginning to perish. The flowers withered as they bloomed. The mountain peaks crumbled under steer weight. Animals fled to holes to live out the final moments of their life. People were distraught, and chaos was invading every planet in the macrocosm. People called me Nikolaou Gonfalon. I was the last of the Warriors of Phos. Long ago, the Sisters of Moiré ordained my doomed fate. I tried to bargain with them to change it, but in the end, I captured them and locked them up in a repository on a cliff. I was to lead the expedition to find the cure for the Midnight Theft. That, however, was not the reason why I would go on this journey. My best friend, Tolem, was dying of a rare illness called Takigifeay. It was causing the slow built up of lactic acid on his bones. I knew that death would come to him soon. Legend spoke about a necklace that can bring life to anyone or thing. It was said to have been belonged to an Oceanian, one of the water people. The Lost Jade Necklace of Serenity was what it was called, and it could bring healing to the Earth. Nonetheless, it could be the obliteration of mankind, also. I began to pack since my journey was to start at that moment.
I had a crush on a guy at school, so I made sure I wore my good t-shirt and fixed my hair. Tumbling down the stairs, I saw my dad sitting in the living room with my older brother, which was an odd situation to see. There was a single chair open so I sat down at my dad’s request as he asked me, “Do you know why I am here?” Still confused I responded, “I have no idea,” and my dad proceeded with “Janelle, you are going to rehab today.” I sobbed out in tears that I had been doing better and had not taken any Xanax in two weeks. My parents did not accept my explanation and, the next thing I knew we were heading north in my mom’s Hyundai Sonata. During the ride my mom explained that the program was a co-ed, forty-five day program in Stephensville, Texas – also known as the middle of nowhere which happened to be a meth town. I received advice from my brother that I should think of rehab as a vacation, so I took that advice and planned to have a blast wreaking havoc in the forty-five days of