On a bright Saturday morning that began just like any other, I bolted upright in my bed and grinned at the sunlight streaming through the half-closed blinds. I paused briefly to stretch and then leaped out of bed. After making a quick stop to brush my teeth, I sprinted down the stairs, barely managing to stick the landing at the bottom. Swinging around the banister like a rod on an axle (-simile), I slip into the kitchen on my socks and skidded to a stop next to my mom.
“Good morning!” I sang.
After a quick glance at the clock, she replied, “Good morning sweetie… You’re up early this morning.” (-dialogue)
I nodded vigorously and held up seven fingers to emphasize my point. Suddenly, a furious scratching, whining “woof!” (-onomatopoeia) sounded from the second floor. I glanced upward and shot a sideways frown at my mom as I began to slowly retreat from the room. She gave me a pointed look, and I hung my head as I trudged back to get the silver metal bowl my mom was holding out for me. (-compound sentence) I stared at it dejectedly, my happy spirits draining away, and attempted my best puppy dog face along with a, “But mooooooooooom… I fed the dog yesterday!” (-dialogue)
She replied, “Well you could always ask your sister to do it,” with a smug look of triumph.
I immediately caved due to the horrifying prospect of my only alternative: waking my teenage sister at seven a.m. to feed her dog (-irony). I shuddered. (-simple sentence)
So I prepared Abby’s food and some of my cheer seeped back as I danced around the kitchen.
My dad trumped down the stairs about five minutes later with a thunderous, “Good morning, Leah Bug!” (-dialogue) I flashed a dazzling smile in response and continued my work.
After I finished, I set the bowl next to a newly filled bowl of water and with one last look at my parents, hiked up the stairs to release the beast (-hyperbole).
Abby always slept in my sister, Emily’s, bedroom and since she did not have food, water, or the bathroom all night, she was one happy camper when she was finally released in the morning. (-complex sentence)
I cleared the top of the step and paused for a moment with my hand on the doorknob and a strong sense of foreboding. I braced myself, threw open the door, and dashed to the stairs.
People change over time, and no past history sets the future in stone. Developmentalists divide life into different segments based on age known as growth stages (Berger, 2009). Each stage affects the others causing development at every stage to build upon the other (Berger, 2009). Development does not follow a straight line, it instead moves up and down, back and forth, and it moves at different speeds (Berger, 2009). Although there are several theories of development, and it would be remiss to subscribe to only one; however for the purpose of this paper, I will focus on Erik Erikson’s Theory of Initiative versus Guilt; Industry versus Inferiority; and Identity versus Role Confusion. I also prefer to take an eclectic approach in the application of counseling theories and techniques; however for the purpose of this paper I will utilize three different therapies for each stage of development.
I escaped and rushed downstairs. I took refuge in the courtyard belonging to the house which I
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Her eyes were heavy, her body weak. As she crawled into the bathroom two feet away, Abby felt her body slowly succumbing to the numbness. All of her pain would be gone in less than 10 minutes, so why would she want to turn back? What about the senior trip Abby had planned with her best friend? What about the chair at the dinner table that would now be vacant? A couple of hours later Abby’s family came home from her little sister’s soccer game. Little did they know what they would find as they approached the top of the stairs. Her little sister, Ali, stood still as she looked down at her feet. There on the cold floor lay her big sister, her role model, and her super hero. Ali was crushed when she saw the pill bottle in her hand and the pale color of her skin. Her mom fell to her knees screaming and crying, wondering where she
a bowl of soup from the other end of the table. I quickly took this opportunity
peacefully in the innocence of sleep, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. So
lovely one at first. She waited, looking at the clock to see how long ...
“Yes I did mom, I just love it when the food goes into my body to make me full,” Dinkle said in a cheerful mood.
She must be at Lady’s house!”. Now, Lady is the neighbor dog and she lives about two blocks down the street... “And how do you think on getting there?” I think to myself. “Just walk! I can’t drive, so that’s the only way to get there!” I notice that talking to myself is wasting precious daylight. Now I’m walking down the ditch, scouring holes, tuffs of grass, and anything that resembles and dog. Finally, I reach the house where Shiloh is supposed to be at. To my surprise, I spot a little white tipped tail running around a tarp shed in the driveway. “Boy! Shiloh is a speedy little thing!” I say in my subconscious. I take off at full speed, trying to be as agile as possible, dodging mess and clutter around the yard. As I round the corner of the tarp shed, I turn behind me to see a ginormous German Shepherd chasing me like a fox chases a rabbit. With the little energy I have left, I push my little legs to the max in an attempt to escape this beast of a k-9. I fall just short of freedom. All I can do is lay there, hoping the ferocious dog is just coming over to my side to lick my cheek in a kind manner.I see something that is branded into my brain for the rest of my life; a big, furry, foaming at the mouth, vicious animal is jumping with its mouth wide open, right for my foot. I see its razor sharp fangs plunge into my foot, through my sock and leather shoe. “So this is how it ends!” I think as the dog tries to rip my foot off. As I scream bloody hell, my sight is in slow motion, back and forth, back and forth goes my limp leg in Lady’s mouth. The rest goes
A tall brunette stepped out, pulling on Cade’s leash, urging him to return to us. My mother stepped forward smiling appreciatively to the nurse before gently tugging on the lead. The small black dog stumbled out hesitantly, the black fur from his stomach now gone and replaced with pale pink skin. I didn’t know what to feel seeing him like that, every ounce of joy and innocence stripped clean off of him as his always wagging tail lay limp. My sister charged up to him, scratching at his scruff. I couldn't find it in myself to do
I slowly turned the nob and opened the door. I had been out for nearly six hours and missed dinner. Am I ready for this? No! I had only taken two steps into the kitchen then BAM,
We were rushing around the house, grabbing everything we needed for the big dinner party tonight. We were going to be celebrating the new year. There were also some very special guests that were invited to come (more on that later).
...’s SO on! So I fired away at what he had just dropped, turned off the water, went back into my house, and did a short, yet enjoyable, victory dance.
Now that the food was almost done it was time to get ready. I let the Alfredo simmer while I went to take a nice steaming, hot shower. After about 15 minutes, I got out and dried off, then I went to my room to get dressed. I picked out ...
... on him at that very moment and she was quite eager to take all of it in, “morning indeed. I suppose your day has just started and you’re getting ready for a full day’s work. How’s that going these days?”