“I choose you Pikachu!”. A long time ago, I couldn't even imagine counting on Pikachu to help me be the best trainer in all of the Kanto region. I always laugh a little bit when I think about where I began my journey . I had come from Pallet town which is an extremely small town in the Kanto region. In this town it was tradition that in order to start your journey, you must get a pokemon on your 10th birthday. It was my 10th birthday and I was so excited to continue that tradition. All of those nights that I dreamed about becoming a pokemon master were coming true. All I had to do was start my journey,collect the eight gym badges, and defeat the Elite 4, then I would be a master. I couldn't imagine all of the pokemon I was going to meet and
Pokemon Go is a game loved by fans of all ages. Since its release, people have be out trying to “Catch ‘em All”; however, it does have its flaws. Since I love pokemon (and handheld games), I knew Pokemon Go was going to be great -- and it was. At least for a while. Once Pokemon Go had a certain bug fixed, It was impossible to search for a specific pokemon. Tell me if this sounds familiar. You’re walking around playing Pokemon Go when suddenly a pokemon pops up on the radar. Not having that pokemon you start walking. After minutes of searching you still haven’t found it. So you run around some more. And when you finally find that pokemon, you’re out of pokeballs. Then you are forced to run away and leave that pokemon you spent your precious
"Where is my dad at?" I said, thinking to myself, my dad has been just in the house. "He went to on the hill," said my mom. Wonder why he is up there for? Then I thought to myself he's probably weed-deting or something else up there. Then I got something to eat.
It was 7:30 pm, 3 hours 30 minutes after the employers left for a wedding, leaving me in their classic Georgian plantation mansion. I was taking care of their daughter ,Terry, who had just fallen asleep just as the movie we were watching, Monsters Inc., finished. She was an angel in my opinion. Most of the kids i took care of pulled my hair, ran around screaming, and never fell asleep. She was curled up in a ball with her ‘blankey” on the love seat. The house was too large for a family of 3, it was a waste of space. But for my family it would have been a perfect size. I was the second oldest of 5 kids, 2 brothers 2 sisters. My dad abandoned us when I was about 2, leaving my mother to put food on the table for 6 people. I set up a babysitting business to make extra money so i can save up for college, I would hate asking my mom to pay that much.
SWISH! I turn my head to the right with a grin and see my mom cheering as I scored my first points of the season. The last game of the season I scored my first points of my middle school basketball “career.” Now sit back and relax as you read the story of how I got my first points in middle school basketball.
It was the first saturday of the month, tournament day, my one opportunity to champ up and realize a goal that I had been pursuing ever since the beginning of my competitive playing
Dr. D is a cardiothoracic surgeon. He was my hero. He may well still be, even though he is a throw-back to the days when I was more concerned about science than symbolism.
Every student dreams of going to college, but once you are enrolled it’s a challenge to achieve the goal of getting the degree. Weather it has been a friend, family member, or even a neighbor they have their ways of handling the conundrum. My friend Kevin, recently graduated this past year, started of in Middlesex for two years, and then he transferred to Rutgers to finish his career. He graduated from Rutgers and now is an accounting major. Kevin is amiable, hardworking, and deft. During his time at Middlesex and Rutgers, he had a job at Apple, went to the gym, participated in many fundraisers, and volunteer at hospitals. All these task that he did engendered an issue. The issue it created was that he had no time to do anything. He would
Personal Narrative There lay her limp body staring up at us. Her cold eyes were no longer
My summer was completely over. I love my grandma and everything, but she had just ruined what I had been looking forward to the ENTIRE year.
Melanie woke up with nothing other than research on her mind. She knew that her last name was Easton and so was her mother's. What she didn't know was if that was her mother’s married name, or for that matter, if her mother had ever been married.
“I want to let you know how thankful I am for your assistance, Sam.” Mr. Bushnell said, leading me into an elevator.
One sunny afternoon my friends and I decided to go on a road trip to a small resort. We packed everything up and decided on the way across the Wisconsin Bridge that we all wanted to go to the Wisconsin Dells. This car ride was about to be long because not everyone in the car gets along.
Typically, the drive home would have taken two hours. We were seven hours in. The snow was blowing sideways– I was practically blind.
Leaving the bodies for last we walked down the drive to take a look. Several rifles and shotguns were leaned carefully again the big oak. Two handguns and some knives were on the grass in front of them. Four people dangled from a branch of the tree close enough to each other to bump like a weird wind chime. A young couple and the other twice their age at a guess from the gray hair and styles of dress. They were probably parents and a married son or daughter with their spouse. Other than being hung there were no injuries apparent on any of the four. From the condition of the bodies they had been dead about a day.
It was me and my friend in my car. We had drove over to St Louis, Missouri during the summer. We were 9 hours away when we had decided it was time to drive back home to Des Moines.