This is scared he is a raccoon as you can tell he's only 3 ½ months old, he is still very young he is about 4 feet tall he is full size. Scared is just a nickname to him his sister calls him a wimp. But he isn’t he’s just afraid. When he was 2 months old he was so scared that he played dead for a week. Scared’s parents went on a trip when he was little they never came back, he loved his parents so much even though he never got to know them. His grandma watches him now, He was walking home from school when he got thrown into a bag and kidnapped. He was being tossed around in the passenger seat of a truck. Then he stopped, he was picked up and then tossed into water. The bag was filling up Scared couldn’t swim, he was still so little. The bag …show more content…
Who would steal it? I got a few leads there is a lot of furniture missing but no touched jewelry. 2 months people say they saw someone that was tough. All people don’t know why they would steal from them. I have a feeling this Investigation is coming to an end. Now before we begin this is not the end just look up.Guys I have solved the mystery now all I have to do is to catch the thief. I haven’t told Ethan about the investigation yet, not until I can actually prove myself. Today I have told the police to meet me at the address they said if I am wrong about the guy i'm going to be arrested. So let's be careful. Today I woke up early to get dressed and eat breakfast. I know I don’t really need to get dressed, but the clothes are comfy. There was a knock on the door, I opened it they said they had caught the man and he was going to iron height prison. They asked if I wanted to talk to him I said sure. We went to the police department. The man was named the ninja from his friends. Then he recognized me he said you old rat you did this. The story’s are getting boring let's go on an adventure. Ethan said that's OK, he coming to were gonna go on a camping trip to Greenwood campground. We each will pack 10 …show more content…
Then we used the plastic to fill in the holes between the wood or the walls. We used the cardboard for the floor. Well our house looks amazing see. Today I am going to be getting a job. I have seen some stores and restaurants for hire. The first place I am going to interview at is the bug kitchen the best restaurant in town. I don't think I did too well there they said I have to know how to cook. The next place i'm going to try is the dollar tree. I'd be surprised if I didn't get this one. Well they said they'd let me know not like I know what that means. It has now been a week since the interviews,so I'm thinking I have to go to school there is a community college not far from here but I won't be able to live with my parents. It starts in a week. Now I guess I'm leaving. I start to head down to the bus station. The bus gets here in 20 minutes. Its here I say my last goodbyes to my parents. I reach the college and as I assumed there are all the different groups the Goths, jocks, cheerleaders, geeks, gamers, and the lazys. I see a group of raccoons walk up to me they tell me to not mess with them. Of course I wouldn't mess with them, they are huge I'm just so small. I have started my classes I bunk with a tech student so he is always on his
The best thing you can do is wait. If you really didn’t steal it the the cops will figure out who did. Good luck! Nancy Drew
Do you know what it is like to have English as a second language, coming from a Palestinian-American family? Learning Arabic alone was a difficult task to achieve, but with the help of my parents and the Arabic classes my parents enrolled me into, I was able to master it in a reasonable period of time. My other task was to master English as I was enrolled in English- only schools. My parents pushed me through this process by putting me into multiple programs for foreign students, and they also pushed me into reading and writing at least one book and one essay a week, whether it was a paragraph, or more than one-page long. It required much patience and concentration, but it was a very attainable goal that required a satisfying amount of dedication.
On the winter’s eve of the 27th of February, I attended an indie rock show at the Music Hall of Williamsburg located in the hipster hub of Brooklyn. The Music Hall, owned by The Bowery Presents, was opened eight years ago, and it is a charming little venue that actually holds up to more than its capacity. It’s built with three floors: a lounge with seating and tables, a ground floor where the experience is much more exciting, and a second floor with a spacious seating area and benches. I would definitely go back there, maybe when it’s warmer outside.
The Looting Machine has detailed cases and stories. It is evident that this book was well-researched and Tom Burgis was dedicated to getting information and persistent in his search, even when he ran into unanswered questions and emails. Such persistence is shown when Burgis visited Sino Zim’s office to find Masimba Ignatius Kamba, or when he went to 88 Queensway in order to find CIF’s office. He was turned away by receptionists multiple times, but eventually got ahold of Sam Pa’s personal information (Burgis,
Growing up in a bilingual household, I have struggled with many things especially reading and writing. Reading and writing have never been my strongest points. The first struggle that I can recall, is when I was about six or seven years old. I was beginning my education at Edu-Prize Charter School. I was a cute little kid, in the first grade, just like everybody else. But in the middle of the school year, my mom told me that my great, great aunt, who lived in China, was getting really sick and old. So if I wanted to meet her, it had to be now. Being a little kid, I didn’t quite understand why she couldn’t just go see the doctor, take some medication, or let time heal her. Unfortunately, now I know it was my mom’s way of saying that she was dying. My parents made the decision that it was probably the best way for me to understand my Chinese culture, along with meeting my relatives on my mother’s side of the family. So for a month, I had to leave my dad, my brother, my school, and all my
"When done under the rules of good sportsmanship, duck hunting is a culmination of art, skill, and scientific endeavor. It is also an act of love, for who loves the birds more than the hunter." --Bob Hinman, The Duck Hunter's Handbook, 1974. This quote, I believe applies to all kinds of hunting. This was not clear to me, however, until I was around thirteen years old. I am sure glad that it is now, though.
It all started last year during summer break. I was with a couple of friends when he came along. He was short, round and had a learning disability. We thought that it'd be fun to pick on him for a while. We took turns shoving him around. I guess I shoved him too hard and he rolled down the hill we were on. When we found him he was barely breathing. We tried to help him because we thought that it'd be the right thing to do but then we realized that this was all our fault. We couldn't let him go so we carried him into the forest for the animals to finish him off. Days later, we returned to the forest only to find his body with teeth marks all over, he even lost his leg to a pack of coyotes. The worst part of it was that in the midst of all this, he was still alive slowly enduring this torture. We took our turns saying our apologies but we knew that it would never be enough.
Growing up in working class family, my mom worked all the time for the living of a big family with five kids, and my dad was in re-education camp because of his association with U.S. government before 1975. My grandma was my primary guardian. “Go to study, go to read your books, read anything you like to read if you want to have a better life,” my grandma kept bouncing that phrase in my childhood. It becomes the sole rule for me to have better future. I become curious and wonder what the inside of reading and write can make my life difference. In my old days, there was no computer, no laptop, no phone…etc, to play or to spend time with, other than books. I had no other choice than read, and read and tended to dig deep in science books, math books, and chemistry books. I tended to interest in how the problem was solved. I even used my saving money to buy my own math books to read more problems and how to solve the problem. I remembered that I ended up reading the same math book as my seventh grade teacher. She used to throw the challenge questions on every quiz to pick out the brighter student. There was few students know how to solve those challenge questions. I was the one who fortunately nailed it every single time. My passion and my logic for reading and writing came to me through that experience, and also through my grandma and my mom who plant the seed in me, who want their kids to have happy and better life than they were. In my own dictionary, literacy is not just the ability to read and write, it is a strong foundation to build up the knowledge to have better life, to become who I am today.
A little more than thirty two years ago I was beginning my senior year of high school. I had finished my junior year deciding that I would continue my education after high school and attend a college or trade school after graduation. Since making that decision very little had changed in my life. I had chosen a career and set some goals but didn’t really understand the hard work it would take to achieve my goal. Then I met my twelfth grade English teacher Mrs. Cook. On the very first day of school she introduced herself and made an announcement. “This class will prepare you for college. If you do not plan on going to college get up right now and go to see the counselor and change your schedule”. English composition had never been my favorite subject and I began to panic. As she went on to describe the rigor of the upcoming course, three of my classmates exited the room. I have never been a quitter and I realized at that moment if I were
PEORIA, Ariz. Veteran reliever Joaquin Benoit expects to throw another bullpen session Monday and is optimistic that five or six Cactus League appearances next month will have him ready for the start of the Mariners' season in April.
I had to go back to my country and come back to campus really feel the change I went through during the first year in college. I had to observe and interact with the first years to perceive the similarities between them and my old self, to see how I have changed and the extent to which humans are all alike. We might face the same struggles, but the ways we deal with them vary from person to person. I will try to tell my version of growing up in Lafayette.
Huhhh! People call me Ben and I’m 18 years old. My parents moved out of house that I used to live in a year ago. Whenever I go there to check whether the new owners have any updates on my family, they only say “WE DON’T KNOW”. I still don’t know where they are. My friends and I had been looking for a new house for a while, and we found a two storied apartment that was available for rent. But, we had to pay an initial amount that we couldn’t afford at the moment, as the owner wanted it for security purposes. So, we decided to shoplift a couple of jewelry shops, and sell the jewels to a dealer, so that we can pay the initial fee for the house. Ayeee! We earned a good amount from shoplifting the first two stores that were on our target
When the lonely puppy got to his new home, he was scared. He wondered, “Where am I? Where is my mom? Are my brothers and sisters here? ”. Aden's house was huge. There were so many things to sniff, and lots of items to chew on. The lonely puppy started to cry. Aden picked him up and brought him to his mom. “Mom, why is he crying?” he asked. “He’s sad that he’s away from his family. Maybe you can cheer him up by giving him a name,” she suggested. “Great idea!” he
Immediately, as my dad and I was walking to the deer stand, my thoughts were that this hunt already felt like any other night hunt I had ever been on. My dad and I together chose which stand we would hunt from the choices on the board. We arrived at the box stand, which was fifteen feet tall, then we climbed in and got comfortable. In the meantime, we were looking around to find any sign of a deer. Meanwhile, as we were sitting quietly in the stand, we suddenly heard something. We could tell that the noise was something running through the trees extremely fast! Suddenly, there she was, a doe, creeping out from the bushes. At that moment, I was only able to see her head. I was getting so nervous, and I didn 't know what to do; however, my dad told me to stay calm and breathe. As she was walking into the field, stopping along the way to eat, I prepared my gun in order to shoot. My dad told me to take the shot whenever I was ready, so within the next couple of seconds I pulled the trigger. BOOM! She’s down! I had shot her; however, I knew I hit her, but she ran
It was finally the first day of school; I was excited yet nervous. I hoped I would be able to make new friends. The first time I saw the schools name I thought it was the strangest name I’ve ever heard or read, therefore I found it hard to pronounce it in the beginning. The schools’ floors had painted black paw prints, which stood out on the white tiled floor. Once you walk through the doors the office is to the right. The office seemed a bit cramped, since it had so many rooms in such a small area. In the office I meet with a really nice, sweet secretary who helped me register into the school, giving me a small tour of the school, also helping me find