I can remember October 25th like it was yesterday. I had just finished applying the final touches to my halloween costume for the party next door that was put together for the homeschoolers. I was Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds. I had waved my parent’s Goodbye as I put on my red sparkly headband. When I walked out the door I was immediately cold. As most girls know, it is not how warm you are in your costume that matters, it is how adorable you look in it that makes up for your goosebumps. I walked next door to the very familiar brickhouse. I had lived here since I was 6 and was now 12 years old. As I walked onto the neighbor's yard I began to see many ordinary faces. All the people in my homeschool group were very loyal. I had been apart …show more content…
“Garcia from criminal minds.” I responded. “Oh. No one is gonna know who you are Bethany.” She said, with a humorous grin on her face. “ I don’t care. I think I look cute.” I said proudly. I walked to the bonfire after grabbed a hotdog and sat next to Finn Eckart, and A girl I had not met. She had brown hair and brown eyes, she was stick thin and sipping out of a red cup. “Hi, I’m Bethany. Have we met?” I asked. This wasn’t something I normally did. I stuck with my crowd. Which mainly was just my best friend Rebecca Pillar and I. “I’m Sadie.” She responded. “Oh, I’ve never seen you before.” I said, wondering if she would give me more information. “Yeah, I just moved here from a base in Texas.” She replied. “Oh okay. So you’re parents are in the military?” I asked. “My dad.” She responded. “Oh okay.” I said nodding. I was going to say more but suddenly a girl who looked my age ran up to Sadie. “Sadie, they’re going to play Hide N’ Seek, are you coming?” She asked. “Umm yeah.” I got up and walked with Sadie. “Brooke this is …show more content…
Brooke had long blonde hair, and eyes that looked almost gold if you stared at them for a second longer than normal. “Hi.” I said. I walked up to the circle. “Okay there are a lot of people so do we wanna group into teams of two?” Heather asked. Everyone agreed and sooner or later everyone had a partner. Well, except for Brooke and I. Heather started to count and Brooke looked at me. “Where do you wanna hide?” I whispered. “I don’t know this is my first time here..” She said sheepishly. “Oh okay, come on.” I said. I ran off across the yard. Everyone was out of sight and Heather was almost done counting. I stopped at the back of a red truck and started to climb in the back with Brooke. We layed down, knowing that we would have leaves in our hair before long. After a moment of silence I spoke up. “So, tell me your life story.” I said. “Well, I’m 13, and I have a lot of siblings. I love 5 seconds of summer and I am very busy a lot of the time.” She said. I liked this girl. I could already tell I wanted to keep her around, until she said something that immediately made my heart drop. “Also my dad is in the military, so I move around a lot.” She said. I knew how this story would go
I originally planned a very short trip to see Angela Meade in Bellini's Norma at the Met and one NYCB Nutcracker, but my partner wanted to go along, so I made it a week trip and bought us both tickets to a second Nutcracker (he didn't go to the other shows). I told him he could fill the other nights with plays or musicals (what he likes) because he complained I usually fill up the vacation with a ballet or opera every single night. However, he decided he wanted us to have casual leisurely evenings at dinners instead. I was fine with that too and let him choose the places. In the past I have dominated what we do on vacations, and he has complained and tends to stay home nowadays, so this trip I let him decide everything besides the Norma and
Spring break week had come; all the guys had decided to go out and have a crazy night down on the strip. We went from bar to bar, having a good old time just like back in the day. MMM had found this incredibly gorgeous girl at one of the bars. By this time, we were quite intoxicated, and apparently so was this girl. Marco stumbled up to me, and said “I’m going to nail this chick, I’ll see you guys later!” and off they went. As usual, nobody thought anything of it, and we continued on with our night.
Heather Cox had always loved the cold town of Glendale and its cozy spot snuggled between the Gray Mountains. It was a place she felt safe. But then again, she had never been outside of Glendale. With its beautiful trees and snow covered mountains, why would you want to? Heather was exactly like her little town, charming and attractive. Heather looks like the kind of girl that at first glance you would be scared of, like she could tear any ego down in seconds. But she was the exact opposite, she was kind-hearted and friendly. Heather looked just like her mother, long dark hair and playful green eyes. She loved being outside, just like her father did. Heather was always told that she was just like her father when it came to her personality.
Arriving at Lacey’s house I walk to the backdoor letting myself into the house. Lacey was putting on tanning lotion in the kitchen, “Lacey,” I called to her, “my mom wants me to pick up snacks for the beach, do you want to go into town with me?”, “Sure,” she replied, “do you mind if my cousin comes with us?”, “Of course I don’t mind,“ I answered, “but we have to get moving, my dad only left me the car to use ‘til noon.”
Once upon a time, in a cabin far away, it was Halloween night October 31st 1973. A group of friends decided to go to a cabin in the woods to celebrate their favorite holiday together. Busses packed full of people were going to the party that me and Skyler had planned. We invited almost the whole school. Finally after hours of searching for our final destination we arrived. Skyler and I were the first to be at that raggedy torn down cabin. We brought the lights and the beers and the snacks , we spent hours and hours of decorating and setting up finally Andy showed up to help with all the heavy work.
I don’t remember much from the end of my 8th grade year in Palm Springs, California, but I remember the heat. Vividly. I remember the hot sun beating down our necks. I remember the waves of heat hitting us day after day, week after week, never-ending. The heat was a thick blanket covering everything in sight. The heat is the one thing that I will never forget. Well, that’s an exaggeration. There’s some things that I will never forget. I will never forget my mom telling me the news. I will never forget my friends’ faces when I told them the news. I will never forget my last day of school, my last day in Palm Springs. I never thought that I would even have a “Last Day in Palm Springs” until I was off to college. So when my parents told me that
October 24th 1995, It was a brisk autumn day; the trees had just began changing colors, the once crisp navy green leaves had turned into burnt orange, candy apple red leaves that were fluttering from the trees. The neighbor’s yards were decorated with shinny plastic skeletons and fearsome ghosts made out of sheets ready to startle the trick or treaters that would be wandering the streets for Halloween. For everyone around the neighborhood it was a normal autumn day, however for my mother and I it was not. This was not only the day that the day that I was born but they day that I began to find out who I really was.
There I was running around and playing while everyone grieved. I had no knowledge of what we were gathered for, all I knew was that it was fun to pretend I was Alice in wonderland. The halls and walls lined up with flowers and flowered ornaments all throughout the house. The house wasn’t as dull as it would usually be, it was alive with colors now. My little black shoes shiny and cute with a big black bow right in the center, and my sparkly fluffy dress stood out from all the others. This vivid yet faint memory of what I thought was a family reunion was really my grandmother’s wake. My mother’s eyes swollen and red from all her crying, I thought if she would only eat something maybe she wouldn’t feel like crying so much. I remember standing
I was strolling down the hallway, trying to figure out where my class would be, when I bumped into a girl. “Oh goodness! I am so sorry. I wasn 't looking," she said and bent down to grab my file and books even before I could. I sighed and replied, “No, it 's fine." I wiped the sweat, which I had accumulated from walking all over the school, off my forehead. She stood up and handed me my books. I realized she was also a freshman by her orange colored uniform. She flipped her hair and said while grinning," Let me introduce myself. I 'm Natasha. I 'm from Canada so I don 't really know much about this town. How about you?" Even though I had never met her before, I could tell she seemed nice so I introduced myself. I had to make a judgment to decide whether to befriend the girl or not. Little did I know this stranger was
I got up at five thirty in the morning to change and make myself look presentable for the day ahead. My roommates and I packed up our bags, careful not to leave anything behind. Getting on the bus was now becoming very tedious to me, but again I entered the vehicle. Today, we were heading to Cedar Point. We arrived and filed out of the bus and got into our little groups. This day, was the day I’d get over my fear of roller coasters. Going to ride after ride and then halfway through, going to see our rankings for our small recital. Our class scored first place for overall best Junior High Choir, mainly because we were the only Junior High Choir performing the day before. After awards all choirs dispersed to go back to their fun day at Cedar Point. We got back into our groups, some members leaving to join another group while others joined mine. At this point, my small group had doubled, so half went on some rides while the rest did something else. My half of the group consisted of Izzy, Iven, Heidi, Jamie, Marissa, and myself. We all waited in line for the enormous ferris wheel. It was a hot day and we stood in line for what seemed like hours. Finally we were next in line, then all of the sudden, we got told there was a thunderstorm coming our way and that all rides were closing down. The choir class was ushered into the indoor arcade where my small group stuck together the whole time. We played games and eat Dip N’ Dots until the rain
We are still wearing our purple camp T-shirts. The bus aroma still resembles wilderness. We still smell like pine. It’s been one amazing weekend with you. The feeling I have right now are confusing, ones that I’ve never previously experienced. I like you and you like me and I more than like you, but I am not sure if you do or don't “more than like me.” You have never said, so I kept the thought to myself and haven't been saying anything about it all summer long. I am pleased with enjoying the microscopic miracle of a girl choosing to talk to me and choosing to do so again the next day and so on and so on. A girl who is intelligent and comical that wants to hang out with me. A girl who, if I say something dumb to make her laugh, is willing to say something two sometimes even three times as dumb to make me laugh. A girl who isn’t completely normal, capable of being a little weird, yet also be wise sometimes in a way I couldn’t fathom being. A girl who enjoys reading books that haven’t been assigned to her, whose curly blonde hair frequently has a line running through it from the tie she uses to hold it up while it is still wet. How lucky could I be?
It was the second semester of fourth grade year. My parents had recently bought a new house in a nice quite neighborhood. I was ecstatic I always wanted to move to a new house. I was tired of my old home since I had already explored every corner, nook, and cranny. The moment I realized I would have to leave my old friends behind was one of the most devastating moments of my life. I didn’t want to switch schools and make new friends. Yet at the same time was an interesting new experience.
“Hey mom, does someone else live here with you and dad?” I asked out of curiosity. “Why would you think that sweetheart? Your father and I have lived her by ourselves since you moved out twenty years ago.” she replied. “No reason.” I responded. “Well Mrs. Sanchez, the meal was lovely, but I feel it is time for Courtney and me to be adventuring home.” Zack said with the same expression he had when we arrived. Just as Zack and I were heading to the front door to leave, a roaring wind came and went carrying an angry cloud of rain and hail with it. “Well Zack, looks like we are having a sleep over with my parents tonight.” I smirked. “I will show you to your room then.” my mother said with a huge smile shooting across her face.
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were
They all knew they couldn't talk about guys or girls, because they would just be rejected from group conversations for the rest of the year. Her group of friends were a weird bunch when it came to dating and relationships. They weren’t the type of friends that would give advice. All they cared about was what lies ahead for each other, so they can make the best out of life. Everyday was a different story. The school tardy bell blared on Wednesday as Michelle rushed to class. She wore a baggy pink v-neck shirt and black skinny jeans with white converse which match her caramel skin tone and brown-black eyes. She sprinted to her seat as quickly as she could so her teacher wouldn’t notice she was late. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and laid it on her desk. A notification popped onto the lock screen. It was a text from the group. The message read, “lunch?” and another that respond, “Meet me in front of the nurses.” She unlocked her Android and typed out, “I’ll bring Kevin.” Kevin had became a part of the group of friends that she can’t live without. She plopped her phone back into her back pocket. It was 5 minutes until lunch