The time I broke Monique’s arm. Everyone has a story, some people have too many if you asked me, but one story had always sticks with me. Monique and I were standing next to a gigantic leafy tree hoping that the sub teacher wouldn’t make us run laps in the scorching hot weather. After running 4 laps we were exhausted, the teacher forgot about us and decided to run the humongous oval with the rest of the students. To make this boring, useless class a little bit more interesting, I started telling Monique that I’m an actual ninja. I exclaimed with excellent “Can I show you this really cool ninja/karate kid flip”. I might of bend the truth a smidge. I wasn’t a ninja, but I did do marshal arts 4 years ago, so I didn’t exactly lie. I remember little Victoria on the sticky …show more content…
I would wear this baggy judo uniform and jump around screaming and laughing my head off. I remember 7 year old me nearly breaking someone’s arm, that’s a little ironic. “ Yeah sure, are you going to hurt me?” Monique replied with hesitation. “ No, I would never hurt you,” I assured her as I grabbed her small, precious arm and pulled her away from the dangerous tree roots. Monique with 100% trust in me exclaimed, ” go on flip me.” She was so tranquil, which made me more nervous. I was panicking, my though dried up and I was starting to reconsider flipping her. I had a million thoughts, what if I hurt her, why does she trust me so much? ”Victoria, Victoria!”, Monique screamed. “ Yeah sorry!” I reply with hesitation. I pulled a confident face and started counting down, “ 3, 2, 1”. I grabbed her shaking arm and flipped her over my head into the air. Time stopped at that moment, Monique’s face turned from calmed and collected to scared and surprised in an instance. “Bang” she fell on the muddle, and rough ground. “ARGHHHH”, screamed Monique, from the excruciating pain. “It hurts”, she yelled while laying still on the grey grass
The thesis of the essay, "His Marriage and Hers: Childhood Roots" by Daniel Goleman, is the emotional difference between men and women. The author, through various research, has concluded that these differences can be traced back to the way children are raised. While I agree that the men and ladies respond diversely to enthusiastic encounter, I should differ to a portion of the examination that was led.
Before I got to him, Priscilla got me in total necklock and I was struggling to break free. My neck was popping so much I thought it was breaking. And then the next thing I know, Priscilla pushes me in her own locker like a stuffed animal. And closes it. “Help! Help!” I yell inside the locker.
Five minutes later we were out the door. Cecile despised us now she kicked us out of her house with no money whatsoever. Now it was just Vonetta, Fern, and I who were three girls out on the dangerous streets with no money. The first thing I knew I should do is to comfort my sisters. It was my fault that I got us into this mess. Then Vonetta cut in and stopped my train of thought. Literally, she banged me on the head. That bang was the kind of bang was the one we gave each other if something bad happened because one of us did something that caused it. “Why didn’t you break up our fight like you always do Delphine?” asks Vonetta harshly. I had an answer but I knew they wouldn’t like it. “ Yeah!” Fern grunted angrily. At that moment because of ...
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She submerged herself under her blankets in hopes that the morning would prove she had only had a bad dream. Morning would come, along with no cat. Many more normal mornings would come until nine days later. Angela awoke this particular morning to with a visitor: a crimson puddle of blood beside her arm, and the words, “Where’s your mommy?” engraved in her skin.The wand gleamed in the sunlight, almost happily, she noticed. It seemed as if she had received more than just a new toy.
“I’m pleased that you could make it. I have made an invention that I hope you will like. You just turn this crank connected to the wheel and you will soon see sparks and...” Marie stopped. The whole room was filled with laughter. She gave a confused look. “What is it?” suddenly she gasped. A few of her curls had come out from underneath the wig. Marie, red faced, tore off the wig and ran to her room. When she came out the crowd was gone, but the pillows seemed to still shake with laughter and boos. She stormed out of the building and bumped into every person she pass, because she couldn’t see passed the wall of tears in her eyes, begging to come out. But she wouldn’t cry. She never had, and she wasn’t going to give in now. But she couldn’t bear it anymore. She let only a few tears stream down her face, which was still flushed with
I opened the front door, I did not even bother knocking I practically grew up in this house, walked straight into the bedroom of Lex Blassingame. After a two hour drive I was tired, but seeing the look on her face instantly woke me up. The look of confusion, surprise, happiness, and a little hint of contentment danced across her face. I was carrying flowers that I picked from the side of the road and her favorite meal from Chick-fil-a, but that didn’t stop Lex from embracing me in the biggest hug I’ve ever felt. She needed someone. Lex had a hard and long day, I needed to make her smile. So I did. I drove two hours and four minutes just to make my only, and best, friend smile.
A long breath leaves pale, cracked lips. Glassy grey eyes look longingly into the night sky. Dark hair splayed out beneath her in the crimson liquid that was soaking into the ground. A long gash from her shoulder to her ear. "Shit...." she mumbled, tears gathering behind her lashes. "Shit, I'm so sorry..." Her mind was going a mile a minute, ears still ringing from the impact. Finally it stopped on one person, a dark haired girl of the same age, staring at her with a sad look. "I'm sorry..." She whispered, weaker this time. "You were my purpose..." She said quietly. Her eyes blinked slowly as to accommodate the black spots dancing across her vision. As soon as that girl had left, she stopped counting the pills she took, stopped looking both ways before crossing the road. Because she had no will anymore, no joy. And now, no life left in her body. The lights of an ambulance were approaching fast,
“Why did this have to happen to me?” Katrina asked in despair. Almost all hope had been lost for her. It had been two years since she was turned. “Ugh,” Katrina shuddered. She didn’t even like to think about it, it had ruined everything in her life. The praise she received, the glamor she felt, just everything! She hated that witch, and had been happy when she d...
We blasted each other with our loaded green and blue water guns and were running and screaming as loud as possible around the school yard. A few hours later the buses came to take all of us I got on the bright yellow and short elementary kids home. I got on the school bus and sat next to my best friend Marissa. Both of us had to move to the front because we were jumping and climbing on the seats. The bus came to a stop and put its “Stop” sign out. Half of the bus got off at that stop, which was only about 10 minutes away from mine. Marissa got off and right before she took her last step on the ground only a few inches away.
At ten, during recess, kids were racing, and playing games. As for me, I usually find it extremely strenuous to make friends. So, I was sitting on a slow moving swing, facing the school, and sketching the building on my sketch book. That’s what I revel in doing. One day, a classmate came up to me and asked to take a look. Then, he seize five pages, and ripped all in halfs. I wanted to slap him in the face,
Jane told Rachel of how she spent her weekend with her boyfriend. They went to the movies on Saturday during the day. During the lunch hour, they took lunch at a five-star hotel that was at the city. After lunch, they went swimming till late in the evening. They went home, had supper then went to the disco. They danced and sang till morning. On Sunday morning, Jane cleaned her house and her clothes. She spent the afternoon sleeping. All this while when Jane was telling the story, Rachel kept widening he eyes and opening her mouth wide without saying anything. She was amazed at how Jane’s weekend was great. When Jane was done telling her story, Rachel said nothing. Jane stopped smiling and asked Rachel why she kept widening her eyes and opening her mouth while she told her the story. Rachel told her she was amused and astonished with the way Jane enjoyed her weekend. Jane told Rachel she was lying and that all that while she thought Jane was loose. Jane and Rachel who were good friends ended up quarrelling, fighting and becoming enemies. This was because of Jane misunderstanding the facial expressions of Rachel towards her while she told the