It was the regular night shift but some guy was sleeping on the bench with only three items. It was the cell phone that first caught my attention and then the picture and then the hair ribbon. It almost seemed like they belonged together and yet they just didn’t fit. I walk through the halls one last time before saying goodbye to my life as I a high school student. It was the night of the prom and I had finally gotten enough bravery to ask the girl of my dreams to prom. We once dated but it never seemed like time was on our side. Almost like fate was against us. I wasn’t going to get all sentimental tonight though, this was going to be a fun night and if anything happens, then so be it. Even though i have loved her since i was only in 8th grade she never really felt the same way. i mean we dated and it was great but she only ever liked me and when she did it never lasted. ill try not to get all emotional, i mean after all this is only prom and she said we were just going as "friends". i tried texting her just about all day but i never got a response. i brushed it off and assumed she had just switched phones since the last time she gave me her number. so i went along with my day as usual. except of course i had to pick up my suit and make sure the car reservation was still set up. i rented a jeep, a nice one. i always knew she loved jeeps, not exactly sure why but she does. i used to always joke with her about being australian. i miss those times, i miss her. everything was perfect, i had been working out and it finally paid off, i actually looked good in my suit and thats big since i always thing i look awful. i picked up the jeep and at that moment i could kinda understand why she liked these things, it was nic... ... middle of paper ... ...ever end. "where to know, sugar?" "far away, i cant stay here, i understand if you cant take me there but at least take me to a bus stop, please" "ill take you were you want but you need to talk to your mom" "ill call her when i get there but for now she just would understand" I must have driven for 3 days straight until we had finally reached a distance that she deemed good enough. she took out a ribbon that let down her beautiful long brown hair and i swear i drifted off into space for a minute. i hope she didn't realize. "remember me" she said as she handed me the ribbon. "i don't think i could ever forget you, i love you" "and you know how i feel, goodbye my sweet prince" she gave me a kiss on the check and i just sat there. i sat there and watched her go off into a scary new place and all i could do was feel sorry for myself.
Within the picture before me, I see myself. I was dressed in all black; black dress shoes, black pants, a black button-down shirt with a sleek black tie, a black suit jacket, black gloves, a black ski mask, and a black fedora to top it all off. I am not entirely sure what I was supposed to be. Was I a mobster, a thief, or even a personification of the night? The date was Halloween and I was sitting on a bench in front of my house, waiting to scare or give out candy to anybody who approached the door. That year, we had not decorated our house as well as previous years; but we still had a few last minute ideas implemented o let people know that they were welcome to approach. There was a rotating red beacon flashing, jack-o-lantern cutouts over the porch light, and creepy music playing loudly. Despite the decorations, not one person came to our house and hardly anyone had decorated for the holiday along my street. I remember feeling disappointment when I realized that nobody was going to¬¬¬¬ come and anger as people walked by our house without a second glance.
I was in the car with my best friend Hannah with her sitting passenger and I was in the driver’s seat. We were talking and laughing, having a great time without a care in the world. My stereo was on and playing was my favorite CD: Blurryface by Twenty One Pilots. We were on our way to a friend’s house and couldn’t wait to get there. The traffic started to slow us down but we didn’t let that damper our mood.
Through the years we kept in contact while she went away to College and I even got to visit her in Seattle for a short period of time - a tip for everyone - the romantic-looking horse drawn carriage rides that take you through old town Seattle - aren't very romantic when the horse has gas problems......
So when my girlfriend got home she tried the best she could to take care of me.
Hundreds of teens sat around in the blistering sun, full of energy and excitement. It was the homecoming game against Fort Zumwalt West, the score was 7:14, with Troy losing. I looked around me at my fellow classmates, and noticed that some people had little beads of sweat running down their foreheads, while others were sweating gallon buckets every minute. Sitting in a crowd of hot, nasty teens, I began to notice the pungent body odor coming from all around me. Unfortunately for me, the stench was so bad, that I felt as if I could taste it.
I started high school with pretty similar goals as I did college, I hoped to be as involved as possible, get good grades, and make friends. I summed this list up as just wanting to have a normal life during my four years, but as easy as this may have sounded it was a bit of a struggle and not just for the classic high school teen drama. Before the age of 1, I was brought into the hospital with just over a 105 degree fever followed by frequent hospitalizations throughout my childhood. I was later diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder, so basically I was ten times more likely to get sick, followed with a sickness that was twenty times worst for me followed by a night in the hospital almost every time. With my goal in mind I joined the soccer
stopped on the side of the road and called to her. Her trust was rewarded by unthinkable
The best day in my life was when I got promoted from the fourth grade to the sixth grade, or so I thought. I had been held back in fourth grade which meant I did fourth grade twice. So of course I was elated when a new program started the next year that allowed me to skip the fifth grade and go right into my sixth grade year. I rejoined my class and reconnected with my friends. All was right with the work again. The problem with skipping the fourth grade was that although I was socially on target, I was academically behind.
not to cry, Sarah wouldn't of wanted me to, she was all I could think
It was one of the most exciting and nerve racking days of our lives. Although we were finally leaving high school, the feeling of being unsure didn’t go away. The whole day was full of practicing for the big moment when the entire class graduated on to a new beginning. All the girls wore shiny bright red robes and the guys were dressed in a shiny navy blue. Standing there, I had no idea what to expect. Some things I were aware of, my friends were leaving and we wouldn’t be the same friends anymore. My role was that of being so aware of the future that I was too shocked to soak in the present; being a pessimist was my main goal and everything I was sure of became true.
After we got off the airplane, we rented a car and drove to my Uncle Joe?s house. We finally got there and then we all went out to eat dinner. We went to some Italian restraunt and boy was it good. To this day, I have never tasted anything as good as the Veal Picata I had that day. I ate so much that I could hardly move and once I got back to my uncle?s, I just passed out and went to bed. I had a big and exciting day ahead of me. I was going to Universal Studios and I couldn?t wait.
was the sole barrier between us, I said to myself ‘I’ll have her in my arms again!
It seemed that segregation was an idea that has been obsolete in the United States for more than fifty years. However for Charleston, Mississippi it is another story. Charleston High School originally became an integrated high school in 1970. Since then, the seniors at Charleston High School always have had segregated proms -- a white prom and a black prom. In the documentary you see the students worried about the prom, their parents reactions and their future .In 1997, actor Morgan Freeman, a citizen of Charleston, offered to fund the prom if the school had one integrated prom. His offer was ignored. Ten years later, in 2008, Freeman generously offered again. This is where the story begins.
couldn't decided on which dress I wanted, I wanted to take all of them home. So finally I