‘I hate Aaron Richardson’ ‘I hate Aaron Richardson’ ‘I'm gonna rip his balls of, and feed it to him’ ‘I'm gonna throw my shoes at the stupid dipshi- ‘ “Oh, Infinity!” Some middle-aged woman greeted me, with a full blown smile, ready to fall off her face. “um hi?” I hesitantly greeted back. Not that I was trying to being rude or anything, but I had no idea who this woman was, or anyone in this room to be frank. “don’t you know who I am dear?” she replied after hearing my hesitance Crap. She’s on to me, of course I don’t know who she is! The only thing I recognise in this room is Aaron and the chocolate marble cake I’ve been eying for the past couple of minutes. “of course ma’am, how could I forget such a memorable face” I waved off, trying to …show more content…
For some reason I found it odd that he had called me that nickname, it sounded so unnatural coming from him. “If you want your arms to remain on your body, I suggest you get it off me” I calmly said, glaring at his side profile. “Cool” He said, however later after that his arm wrapped around my own arm, as if we were best buddies ready to skip across the sunset. I raised an eyebrow at him in disapproval, but he either didn’t see it, or just decided to ignore me, and I bet it was the latter one. “Where are you taking me Ar?” I asked after moments of walking past several doors, which is expected considering how massive this place was. There’s approximately 3 stories, and I say approximately because the gala was held at the second story, however I had seen stairs ascending onwards the seconds story, and there’s probably even more, who knows. Knowing rich people and their unnecessary need to show off their wealth, it’s highly likely that there is a private Aquarium here filled with foreign animals or something like that. ‘speak for yourself’ inner me came out once again’ I rolled my eyes in annoyance ‘what?’ I responded ‘you have several unnecessary stuff in your house, that seem very
“Nick-” she reluctantly drew words. “-Did I ever tell you of the letter Myrtle sent Tom, back in Christmas, about three years ago?” I already knew I didn’t want to have this conversation. I wanted to sit and hold my breath like a toddler until I got my way and she withheld this talk with me.
If you walked in the fifth flat on Philmore Avenue, the last thing you’d find is legroom. Stacks of boxes, books, bags and any other entity known to man can be found just in the hallway of this bizarrely looking apartment. You think it couldn’t get any worse?
David says to Tally,"That's why you're beautiful, Tally. " The words made her dizzy for a moment, like the falling feeling of looking into a new Pretty's eyes. "Me?""Yes. She laughed, shaking her head. "
I knew it would happen. As much as I tried to stay optimistic, to put off my feelings of suspicion to an old man's negativity, I knew that this case would cost me something more than just my reputation in the town and that didn't even really matter. In Maycomb, reputation is a day by day concept. Sure, we have more than enough of our fair share of immovable gossipers, and drama kings and queens looking for a story to spread. But in everyone's own mind, if you did something stupid, immoral, or just mildly humorous or entertaining, it was the talk of the town and you were judged terribly for a few days, a few weeks tops. Then the whispers, and glances faded to conversations over coffee, and deep inside jokes. My reputation didn't bother me one bit.
The feedback from the lads who have tasted the new Borstal Canes is interesting. They, like me, were surprised at the amount of sting from such a heavy cane and I'd imagine that they sting a lot more when taken bare. The cumulative effect of their sting is fascinating. I certainly found that the sting never diminished, whereas I would have expected it to as my backside got used to the cane, but equally it never increased either. I guess this illustrates the joy of taking a severe implement like these canes across one's bare buttocks! Jan's reaction is particularly illuminating, both in the time he took to get into his stride and also his occasional faltering thereafter. Your new Borstal Canes are clearly best reserved for your harder lads, Andy, as we will appreciate them the most!
“Even that is a lie,” said Tom savagely. “She did not know you were alive. Why- there are things between Daisy and me that you will never know, things that neither of us can ever forget.”
Of the 58,148 killed in Vietnam, sixty-one percent were under the age of 21. Mark Wright had just turned 20 the day he was killed. A land mine turned his beautiful face into a mess of brain matter and skull fragments and his once strong body into nothing but indiscernible pieces. I watched him die the first week we got to Vietnam. He was my best friend. We grew up together, went to school together, we went to war together, and we almost died together. Religion and superstition weren't really my thing until I was drafted. I found God in those short days before I left. Day in and day out I prayed. I prayed for me, I prayed for Mark, I prayed for anything to stop that God forsaken war before I had any participation in it. My research hadn’t
PROLOGUE: “Mr. Ethan Winters and Mr. Lucas Baker will live together under one roof for the duration of time it takes to get them new identities issued under the witness protection program.” The man in a sharp black suit reading off the paper in front of him looked up at the two men in question. Both of them looked absolutely petrified. He went on to read “You will be provided a house to share in Portland, Oregon. All expenses already paid for.
“Hello ladies and gentlemen, here we are today with one the families of the three out of four people that died four years ago. May I have the honors of introducing Aiden Williams.” “Aiden, welcome. Thank you for coming here.” “Thank you, my pleasure to be here.”
All the shiny items to the back of the room caught my eye instantly because they appeared to look rich and prestigious. On the right of the big main entrance door in front, there was a silver tree, and on the opposite side of the room on the left side of the door, there was a gold tree. Money hangs on the tree, and I thought that was an interesting feature to have. As I looked around the room, I noticed the red carpet below me, and everyone was sitting on small rectangular pillows. The main speaker told me that pillows were located in the big container next to me, so I grabbed one and sat down. The...
Chapter One “Ava,Wake up!”her mother screamed one morning. Ava Eleanore was your almost average 15 year old freshman. Born and raised in sunny California,she really didn’t have much to complain about. She led a perfect life but her parents were divorced,mom always said that dad just wasn't the right one for her and these things happen and I should be okay with it because one day it could happen to me. Ava had medium blonde hair and the bluest eyes that would make you feel like you're at the beach if you stared at them too long.
Claire sees him standing by the ticket booth and runs up to him feverishly. “Hey baby what are you doing here? I thought you needed to work on your project.” She said out of breath. I enveloped her back consequently we both walked into the movie room together. Once the movie had ended, individually, we began walking out of the theater. “Baby I’m hungry.” She said with a pout on her face. We began walking to her favorite suave Italian
I liked Dawson and I’s own little world. It was peaceful and safe and warm and so much like what I imagined myself as in the past. We only had to focus on us, and with so much happening so fast, it was nice to forget our responsibilities for a time. It felt like everything was always so stressful, so somber, but that was really neither of our personalities. We could be lighthearted when we were together, and it was only when external forces managed to penetrate our space did that end.
He was so immersed in it that he didn’t notice Jillian walking up behind him. “Um, Scott, what are you writing?” Scott jolted and then turned around to see her, standing, smiling at him. “It’s for a girl I like.” Scott mumbled sheepishly, looking at the floor.
He led me to his vehicle and opened the door for me, which was surprising, none of my past hookups had ever been this gentleman like. It was refreshing. Once we were both in the car, he started it up and pulled out of the parking spot. “I’ve seen you at every party the frat has every had, I know you can dance, out drink every guy in that house, and kick ass at beer pong but I don’t know your name.