Just after the ball, in a rather empty road which seems heavily surrounded by nature. It was pitch-black, with headlights as the only light source. On the way to my apartment with three of my classmates who were also my roommates. They were intoxicated, I was too, actually, but I was the most sober among them; I was conscious enough to worry about the dangers of what we were doing. I would have volunteered to drive the car, but only one of us knows how to drive, and that is certainly not me; having a drunken friend to drive was the only option. I sat there quietly beside the driver’s seat, not showing my anxiousness, I didn’t want to be called a faggot. I wasn’t, however. Before we even took a single step out of the campus, I have been bothered with regret. It wasn’t regret for something I did, but for something I didn’t: There was this girl who I liked very much; also a classmate of mine. She was thin and small, reaching only about my shoulder when stood beside me. Long, straight and black was her hair. She had clear, white skin which seemed to be made out of porcelain and a pair of blood-red lips to go with it. She was the girl who would prefer the company of music playing in her ears via earphones than to people. Every time we had vacant time in our classroom, she would sit there quietly at the back seat drawing stuff in a piece of paper; her drawings were decent. She was a fan of anime, and a religious person; I was neither of the two, maybe that’s why it’s hard for me to get into a conversation with her. I have, however, so it may still be okay to call her my friend. I liked her character, and I thought she was beautiful. Yes, she was beautiful indeed, especially that night. I wanted to ask her to dance with me, and probably ... ... middle of paper ... ...e ballroom. There was a strange sign of contentment in her face. For the very first time, she seemed like she was happy to see me, like she was happy to be with me. I noticed that the gazebo, on which we were placed upon, was drifting on a chocolate sea. “Aren’t we going to fall?” I asked her. “We already did,” she replied softly. Everything she says, she says it softly. She tilted her head to her right, closed her eyes then slightly looked up. I did the same, except that I looked down instead. There was no feeling of confusion or doubt when we pressed our lips towards each other’s. There was nothing but complete happiness. 0636 – Shattered glass, sheets of metal and four students’ dead bodies scattered across the ground, with a crumpled vehicle nearby. It was almost another day at the office for the cops who found a bloody scene of what appears to be a car accident.
After sifting through the evidence, the culprit of the accident can be determined. The accident occurred on 7:45 AM on the date of September 11, 2001. At at stoplight, four cars were stopped, but a car accident occurred. Based on prior evidence from other cases, the back car is usually the culprit. Dr. Otto Mobile’s interview shows that he was not in a rush, going to lecturing a class, and he was behind a dancing woman, presumably dancing to music. Also, Ken Notstop was not in a rush as well and he was part of a tree business. Following Ken, Kelly Sion was interviewed, showing that she had a song stuck in her head. Due to the fact she wanted to exercise before she was supposed to open the gym, she was in a rush.. Anita Newcar was in a rush due to the fact that she was already late to work, and she was behind a car with trees and a nest on the back. Due to the fact that Kelly had a song stuck in her head, she could’ve been the woman dancing in a car that Dr. Otto Mobile mentioned, showing that she was in front of Otto. Because Ken was the only person
“In the front seat was Gregg, driving, Sarah, in the middle, and Robyn, on the passenger side. In the rear seat was Jeff, behind the driver, Haley, in the middle, and Rachel, on the passenger side. EVERYONE was wearing their SEAT BELTS, as is our family habit. EVERYONE walked away from this accident with only bruises. The only blood was Robyn had small nicks from glass in a couple of places on her right arm and right leg.
I was strolling down the hallway, trying to figure out where my class would be, when I bumped into a girl. “Oh goodness! I am so sorry. I wasn 't looking," she said and bent down to grab my file and books even before I could. I sighed and replied, “No, it 's fine." I wiped the sweat, which I had accumulated from walking all over the school, off my forehead. She stood up and handed me my books. I realized she was also a freshman by her orange colored uniform. She flipped her hair and said while grinning," Let me introduce myself. I 'm Natasha. I 'm from Canada so I don 't really know much about this town. How about you?" Even though I had never met her before, I could tell she seemed nice so I introduced myself. I had to make a judgment to decide whether to befriend the girl or not. Little did I know this stranger was
In a flash, her expression reverted back to the original, but with one prominent difference. Her eyes, which had been clouded over before, were now brimming with delightedness, almost hysterically, as she turned towar...
The overwhelming sensation of freedom enveloped her. She was so elated that she was not quite sure what had come over her.
Since before even preschool i had had a crush on my best friend Anika Jackson, she was extremely smart, almost to the point of absurdity, her intelligence left mine in the dust, to call her a genius would be the understatement of the century, she was into all the same stuff as me, science physics, fantasy, sci fi, books, computers, star trek, animals, logic, and so much more. She was funny, but in a nerdy kind of way, we were constantly making puns none else got, computer jokes that confused everyone we knew, heck, she even liked my jokes. She was pretty too, she had platinum blond hair, blue eyes, and a face that portrayed an innocence more deeply rooted than even her intelligence. We had been friends for longer than I can remember, and
She fell onto the ground as well, giggling as her tawny brown hair fanned out around her head like an angelic halo. While she stared at the clear blue sky, I too stared, but not at the sky, but instead into her honey eyes. They glimmered with love and warmth. I smiled.
“Hello there,” she said with the most warming tone of voice I have ever heard.
We scrambled onto the ship and teeter tottered back and forth for a moment while the Captain licked his finger and pointed it towards the heavens to measure the wind’s speed and direction. “We be headin’ west.”
A teenage girl is driving with her boyfriend and her friends, who are also a couple. They were going on a double date in a restaurant in the city but there date were cut short because of a crash. A Chevrolet Traverse crashes hard at the driver side of the car. The Traverse flipped more than once and finally landed on its back. The girl’s car was spinned into a pole, making more damage at the passenger side. 30 minutes, medical help arrived. 1 fatality and four injured. The girl received a head concussion and a glass shard in her rib, her boyfriend has a broken arm and a glass shard in his kneecap. The second girl received a head concussion, a glass shard in her hand and is blacked out and her boyfriend received a damaged eye and multiple shards
The Police Chief announces “there is an ongoing investigation to determine the cause of the accident on Tuesday, approximately at 9:30 A.M. However, “Four vehicles” are involved in a collision that occurred on Crash Road. We are unable to give out the names of the drivers at this time. Someone is being detained as a person of interest in this case.” A short clip shows two police officers guarding the outside
The Police Chief said “there is an ongoing investigation of a “four vehicles” accident that occurred on Crash Road on Tuesday, approximately at 9:30 A.M. We are unable to release the names of the drivers, and we have detained a person of interest in this case.” A short clip shows two police officers guarding the outside of the hospital.
Jessica was a few years older than me but we were both young. I was in the fifth grade and she was in junior high when we met. She was tall for her age and practically towered over me. She almost always kept her long golden hair pulled back into a pony tail because she was a bit of a tomboy and liked to be athletic. But when she let it down and it waved in the gentle breeze, there was no doubt she was a girl. Her facial features were very soft, yet if you met her once, you would never forget her name. She also had the deepest green eyes that would sparkle so bright when she flashed her pearly white teeth, s...
He held my hand and put it on his face. I felt his face structure. For a moment, it felt like heaven.
Emptiness. Most people know it as the quality of lacking meaning or sincerity; meaninglessness. What if there was new meaning to the word? Nirmala says, “It’s not our fault that we tend to avoid feelings of emptiness. We were taught to do this by everyone around us who was doing it. In fact, there's a good reason to avoid one feeling of emptiness—the feeling of hunger—since we need to eat when we're hungry. However, we often interpret a feeling of lack as a need for food. Have you ever eaten when you weren’t hungry to try to distract or relieve yourself from a feeling? It’s possible to simply experience the sensations of emptiness or lack and discover that they aren’t so bad” (Nirmala 4). As if you hunger or crave for someone or something so intensely. You want that thing but you don’t know what it is or what to do to get that fill. You could be empty because you could be suffering or longing for someone or something. You are like this so you feel as if you are hollow on the inside. You could be hungry for a certain someone or something. You could crave for it because you need it or have to have it to fill a void. “Many people who suffer from personality disorders suffer from an