JILL The rally ends and everyone disperses. I can't believe I did it, stood up for what I believed in. There may be consequences, scratch that, there will be consequences. In reality though, I couldn’t care less. Everything had gone great. No one got hurt, the police didn’t attack, they might’ve even pondered making changes to the way they organize. I feel as if I finally made a change in my community. I actually did something for once. I was an activist along with so many other people. Quinn, where did he go? I wanted to talk to him, congratulate him that he did it. Despite his old love for Paul, Quinn was able to see the change that needed to be made. I’m so proud. He was so close to Rashad too. I wonder what it was like. I finally …show more content…
I take a deep breath and wish myself luck cause trust me, knowing my parents, i'll need it. My hand twists the doorknob and the door creaks open. My mom stands there. The look on her face is a mix of anger and disgust. “Jill Galluzzo” she yells, “you have some serious explaining to do.” Hearing my name associated with the last name Galluzzo is not fun. I’m not like Paul, I’m not like my family at all. “I know.” I respond, i'm not going to demand anything. I’m not in a position to do that. “You betrayed our family. Young lady, you betrayed me, your mother.” I already know she’s about to lay the punishments on me. She’s a hammer and i'm the nail. She’s gonna put me in my place. “1. You will need to write an apology letter to Paul,” she says, “A real nice one at that. 2. You will under no circumstances go to any parties for the rest of the year. 3. There is no reason for you to use your phone And 4. If I see you with that lovebird Quinn one more time, I will literally put a restraining order on him. I AM NOT JOKING YOUNG LADY!” I’m exhausted. I want to sleep. I want to. Sometimes, I wonder if Quinn can hear my thoughts. I’m up all night. The clock says 11:58, then …show more content…
I wake up after a long night. Did I even wake up or just look at the clock one more time and realize it was ‘time to wake up’. I trot down the steps trying not to fall over in exhaustion. I eat a bowl of cereal and walk to school. My eyes are almost fully shut the whole walk there. I realize it’ll be a long day. That’s when I see Quinn. Quinn, Quinn, Quinn. “You look tired,” He says. “No kidding genius,” I respond snarkily, “I didn’t sleep a minute.” “Have you seen the new spray painting?” He asks. “Wait there’s a new spray painting?” I respond, confused. ”You didn’t see? It was all over the internet this morning.” Quinn says looking confused and almost concerned. “Yeah,” I said, “I didn’t see. I cant use my phone for god knows how long. What did it say?” “How about you take a look yourself?” He
I close the door and lie on my bed. “I wish . . . that little brat didn’t exist,” I whisper to myself and fall asleep.
A Declaration of Independence from Independence I declare independence, from independence. Independence has many problems for people throughout the years. I dislike continuously having independence, it has been a source of huge stress in my life. We all wanted our independence from an oppressive tyrant, but we don’t like the stress that comes with it.
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.
It was just over three months ago when World War Three ended. America is torn apart. Never to be the same again. The world has began to crumble beneath my feet. Every step I take, another inch falls. The earth is getting very cold. It is very gloomy now. I began to find shelter and sleep for the night, where I would be gone by daylight.
On September 21 of the year 1780, I signed an agreement with a British man I had been in touch with by the name of Andre. I had agreed with him that I would surrender West Point and in return receive a sum of money. I wanted to help the British already, but the money I was promised and the idea that I would be recognized by the British for my excellence won me over. It was a bonus to an already magnificent deal.
Sunday, October 15,2017 was an exciting day for me because I got to participate in a very important annual event that can help to save lives. This amazing event is the breast-cancer walk in Coney Island. This was my first experience in this kind of event. Before the event, my class started to raise money for this amazing cause, as I got help from friends and family and I completed my fund-raising goal. Overall, we surpassed the goal of five thousand dollars for this well-deserved caused that afflicts many women worldwide. The entire experience was filled with moments I can never forget. My classmates during the walk made it all worthwhile as they were engaged and excited about the cause as well. The people cheering on the sidelines, women
I don’t want to see you till tomorrow morning. Get out of my sight.” I laid up in bed for the longest time. I wasn’t tired.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
Identity-“Ones personal qualities.”Identiy is something only he or she can fully define. My uncle says I am affectionate,cheerful, and calm. My grandmother sees me as slim, pretty and sweet. My dad described me as perky, cheerful and happy, my mom says beautiful, gentle, and self-conscious. These adjectives describe me accurately, yet they are only abstract versions of me. Adjectives cannot begin to describe me and I aknowlege these descriptions for what they are, a condensed translation from my outward self to the world. It is impossible for anyone to understand me completely because nobody has experienced the things I have. My mother has never cherished a raggedy doll named Katie and my father never spent hours upon hours making collages and scrap books for his future children. My uncle never hid in the back of a pick-up-truck and traveled four hours to New York and my grandmother has never walked hours in the rain looking for the Queen of England. My identity is something only I can define.
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
In 1776 as a British colonist during the time of the War for Independence, I joined the war effort and performed my duties as a colonial woman as best as possible. Not all opportunities were available to me as a female, but I supported my father and husband in their endeavors whenever possible. Both my father and my husband were men of means and thus literate. As independent businessmen they strongly supported the movement for independence and felt it justified as did I. Colonial self-rule was a prominent topic of the day especially amongst educated men. I heard political talk on a daily basis and agreed with the colonists’ viewpoint even though I had considered myself to be a loyal British subject up to the time before the actual conflict
I cry until my eyes become swollen with each blow that tears at my flesh. “I’m not afraid to dig a grave and put you in it” she threatens. And as she storms out of the room, I close my eyes to
...e greatest prank in our school’s history. And she stopped Mrs. DeCostia from stealing from Mrs. Redrik” Then he took my hand and led me down the hall, past all of my friends, to the stairs. I stopped. “What was that for?” “I was just giving credit where credit was due.” He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a rather large ring. “You knew the whole time?!?” “Yeah when we and Matt moved the desk it fell out and I picked it up, I was waiting to give it back until DeCostia got busted.” “Oh my god…” “Anyway, what are we doing tonight? Movies, ice-cream, maybe some pizza?” “We’re hanging out tonight?” “Yeah I have to hang out with my girlfriend to celebrate the undermining of our psycho home wrecking teacher.” “Your girlfriend?” “Yeah...” He said into my hair as he put his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to him “Who else would I hang with tonight?”
I get all of my stuff together, make a final check that everything is good to go, and sit on a kitchen chair. My Grandpa asks sadly if it is time to go, and I say, "Yeah," with a quivering voice. So, I get up, give my Grandpa a hug and head out the door.
...e inside, I begin to beam. Because of what had happened my parents are talking to each other. I then close my eyes and rest.