Kira awoke from her heavy slumber. The sound of seagulls can be heard not too far from the shore, looking for their morning meal. The sun the teenage girl 's pale face through the cracks of the palm trees ' leaves telling her of the coming morning. The events that took place the previous day hit her all at once, recalling the tragedy of the wave that struck down her village. She slowly got up from the comfort of the warm sand that she laid in and looked around for any signs survivors from the island, but most importantly for her family. Most of her body ached from the hours she spent drifting around at sea, being taken by wherever nature wanted to take her. She was grateful to be alive, but she wasn 't even sure if she wanted to be. With a deep pain in her stomach, she realized she couldn 't sit around and hope for survivors to wash up onto the shore. She had to continue moving and find herself something to eat. She may not know what lie ahead, but her parents at least prepared her for life on her own in case anything had ever happened to them. As Kira distanced herself further and further from the shore, the wildlife in the area continued to thicken. The grass grew taller, tickling her knees. The trees became thicker, big enough for someone or something to jump out and attack the …show more content…
Before she realized what was happening, she made her way into the thick bushes and into the forest, not daring to hesitate and look back. She just kept running for as long as her body can take her. When the opportunity arose, she made her way up a tree to avoid any wildlife that hid under the protection of nature. She made her way into a heavily leafed branch before deciding to take a break. Kira breathes heavily for a few minutes, taking a time to think of the old lady she left behind. She felt like she had betrayed her, but she couldn’t trust those people. She had to keep moving and look for her family. Before scouts would reach her area, she kept
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
Tien Minh and I walked for a while and talked about different things until we heard a loud sound and people screaming in the distance. As we stood there, I wondered who those screams came from. Was it my mother? The other women and children working in the rice field? Out of fear, I ran back toward the village leaving Tien Minh behind. Once I neared the village, I noticed it was completely destroyed by some sort of explosion. The huts were no longer standing but rather deracinated from the ground below them and some villagers laid unconscious, or dead, while others huddled together in disbelief. Suddenly, another explosion occurred only a short distance away from me. I fell to the ground. My ears were ringing from the sound of what I then realized was a bomb. When I regained my senses, I saw that the villagers were running past me in a frantic fashion. Out of panic, I tried to run, but my entire body was covered in a thick, sticky substance that caused my skin to burn profusely. Because I couldn’t endure the pain, I stripped off my cotton shorts and tank top and began running. Fear and panic caused me to run faster, fast enough to where I caught up to Tien Minh who was a short distance ahead of me. As I ran, I thought of the change of clothes I wished I had. Then I thought of my mother. I told her I’d be back, but I wasn’t sure that I
The book starts off in Kira’s perspective. Kira, a fifteen year old girl, with exceptional threading skills sits next to her mother’s spiritless body. Kira felt the remaining warmth and comfort from her mother slip through her fingers as it flew into the wind with its spirit\. In the society Kira lives in, it is normal to sit next to the deceased for four days in the Field until the body’s “spirit” is completely gone. The Field has a similar concept to a cemetery. It is where the deceased and flawed are taken to, but the villagers believe that at night “beasts” will come towards those in the Field to attack and devour them unless they have some source of light. After her mother’s spirit leaves. Her father,
The flash led her to a large pile of branches and logs. Seeing no way to climb over them she began to crawl through a large hollow log.
Laura takes her husband and neighbor out on a sailboat one stormy evening to execute her plan of escape. She "falls" off the boat and swims to shore. Her husband believes that Laura dies at sea because she could not swim. Secretly, though, Laura had been taking swimming lessons at the YWCA in order to facilitate her plan. After packing a small bag with some personal items and money, Laura Burns abandons her abusive husband and leaves her miserable life behind. Thus begins Laura Burns' new life as Sara Waters. She changes her name, location, situation, and is reborn.
There were people everywhere in the harbor. Katherine had to follow her mother through the crowd to their new home in Virginia. They weaved through the crowd of people and got to the huge house theirs. They hurried up the steps and through the front door. Katherine had been here before, but it felt fresh and new every time she came. Mother pushed open the doors
At the age of seven, my life changed forever. I was no longer living in my native country; I was now a fragment of the millions of immigrants who come to the United States in search of the American Dream. At the time, my father had recently lost his job and my mother was unemployed, which caused incredible financial stress for my family. My father decided to risk his life crossing the Rio Grande River for our family to have a better life and greater rewards.
I received a voice mail today from Sean McKnight stating he has a meeting setup with Ken Barber and some other individuals on the executive board of Illinois Joining Forces (IJF). I felt it was my duty to inform the group about some important facts that Mr. McKnight is very good at hiding. I met Mr. McKnight during my time at NIU. I just served my time as the NIU Veterans Club president and decided it was time to let someone else take the helm. Matthew Galloway the current Veterans Club president introduced the club to Sean McKnight at a veterans club meeting. Sean came in and presented himself as a seasoned veteran’s advocate who has many connections throughout the state of Illinois and Washington D.C. He promoted his organization that he was starting Warriors Guarding Warriors as a revolutionary concept that has not been thought of as for yet throughout the veteran community. Finally, he offered his services to any veterans having trouble with VA benefits or the medical process. At the time we did not know that he was not officially certified to help veterans, and nor did he actually know the proper process or paper work needed to help our fellow veterans. Sean offered to be the Veterans Clubs mentor. The club held a vote and
On February 21, 2016, I, Deputy John Arnold, went to 11747 West 105th Street South to assist another deputy in reference to a fight in progress.
She looked out towards the sky, weak rays of sunlight were breaking through the horizon. She knew people were beginning to stir. She also knew that she would have to leave soon. She just wished she didn’t have
Brick walls are always going to show up in our lives to prove to us how badly we want something. One brick wall that I have faced in my life has to do with when I was younger and played softball. I was the newest member of the team and I had never played the sport before. I was always interested in watching softball, and finally decided to play on a recreational team with my close friend. All of the other girls had played for a few years already, and had grasped the skill. I on the other hand, was just learning all of the skills and wasn’t the best. Each practice, I would really try hard to play at the same skill level as all of the other girls, but it was hard to instantly be good at something new. Eventually, the games started to begin and
Her spry, Timberland-clad foot planted itself upon a jagged boulder, motionless, until her calf muscles tightened and catapulted her small frame into the next stride. Then Sara's dance continued, her feet playing effortlessly with the difficult terrain. As her foot lifted from the ground, compressed mint-colored lichen would spring back into position, only to be crushed by my immense boot, struggling to step where hers had been. My eyes fixated on the forest floor, as fallen trees, swollen roots, and unsteady rocks posed constant threats for my exhausted body. Without glancing up I knew what was ahead: the same dense, impenetrable green that had surrounded us for hours. My throat prickled with unfathomable thirst, as my long-empty Nalgene bottle slapped mockingly at my side. Gnarled branches snared at my clothes and tore at my hair, and I blindly hurled myself after Sara. The portage had become a battle, and the ominously darkening sky raised the potential for casualties. Gritting my teeth with gumption, I refused to stop; I would march on until I could no longer stand.
My name's Amber, I'm a fourteen year old girl. Plus I am diagnosed with cerebral palsy which is a problem with the part of the brain that controls the body movements. Also, I have a caring mom, dad, and an eight year old sister, I love my whole family, but sometimes it's hard for me to express it. On the weekdays I go to Deerpark Middle School. I'm in eighth grade, and I have wonderful teachers like Mrs. Huffman, Mrs. Kobren, Mr. Wildis, Mr. Williams, Mrs. Pikas, Coach Vazquez and Amy. In school I try to do my best. I have U.S History with Mrs. Huffman, which is my weakest area in school. However, my wonderful teacher makes sure that I don't fall behind in my studies, and my mom helps me with my homework. I have an eighty-nine percent average in history, but she's quite strict because she thinks that I'm a normal kid. However, sometimes I feel like it's way too much for me to handle!
“Why don’t you use your locker? You’re going to have back problems before you even graduate”. These are words that are repeated to me daily, almost like clockwork. I carry my twenty-pound backpack, full of papers upon papers from my AP classes. The middle pouch of my backpack houses my book in which I get lost to distract me from my unrelenting stress. The top pouch holds several erasers, foreshadowing the mistakes I will make - and extra lead, to combat and mend these mistakes. Thick, wordy textbooks full of knowledge that has yet to become engraved in my brain, dig the straps of my backpack into my shoulders. This feeling, ironically enough, gives me relief - my potential and future success reside in my folders and on the pages of my notebooks.
Anxiety. Everyone feels it at one point or another; at a first date, a job interview or even on a wedding day. I, however, experience that feeling most of the time that I am required to interact with people and it has immensely interfered with my friendships as well as my relationships. I am almost twenty years old and still have not had a proper boyfriend. Why? Because I’m afraid. My way of flirting is glancing at the person several times in hopes that our eyes will meet and we’re going immediately fall in love. This might be a bit of a stretch, but nonetheless, dating is scary. In fact, this morning I had an encounter with a cute guy in class, he was struggling to keep the door from closing so I decided to help him. As I approached him,