“They set a bomb off in the base,” she explained looking terrified. “Then they raided it and made sure that not a single one of us had escaped. I was lucky not to be there when it happened. I am even more lucky that they didn’t hunt me down.” She tipped the motorcycle over and hid it with some brush. “Follow me,” she demanded. They walked up to a door and Martha used a keycard to open it. She led him to a ridge in the floor. “Can you give me a hand with lifting this?” she asked. Together they lifted a thick metal plate that seemed to be a hidden hatch. Inside was a ladder leading into a bunker. “For the next few days I will train you to be ready to infiltrate the Grey Sharks. Over the next two days, Martha trained Alexander. She trained
Lynne had went to many races. When she joined, the team were all trained to swim at the Catalina Channel. The team had to practice at midnight since the race was also at midnight. It was hard for them to adjust to the time, but they eventually did. During the race, Lynne was determined to finish
The load alarm rang waking me from my sleep. The clock read 7:45 on December 7, 1941. It was a Sunday, so it was getting ready for church. Today was my day off, which on work days I work on the USS Tennessee as a engineer. My job is to supervise and make sure the engines are running smoothly. I have been been working on her for many months on the Southern side of the Hawaiian island of Oahu. I am stationed at a U.S. naval base named Pearl Harbor. I stepped out of my quarters to admire the ships around me called “Battleship Row.” It contains eight large, powerful battleships. Just ahead of the USS Tennessee is the USS Maryland directly behind is the USS Arizona. The USS Tennessee was a beauty, which is why I loved working on it. The glorious ship has a length of 624 feet and it travels at 21 knots. She was tied to her mooring next to a quay. I was ready to go to church and have a nice relaxing day.
As I walked into class on my opening day of 1st grade in a new school, I knew something was different about me. I looked around to see all my peers who were quite normal and polite, but there was just something off. I soon realized this was my height when I overheard the nicknames “Tree,” “Giraffe,” and my personal favorite “The Statue of Liberty.” As though my first day of school was not tough enough, my teacher pulled me to the side and began to talk to me about advanced education. Word spread like wildfire, as fast as it can in a rural elementary school, and now I was not only the girl who towered over her class but also the nerd. How lucky I was. Entering the jungle of a cafeteria was my next task. Kindergarteners screamed and ran around
Presently, Nathan and Elena were in the waters off the coast of Panama. This location was supposedly where Sir Francis Drake was buried at sea four hundred years ago along with his treasure inside his coffin. After a day of searching, they were able to detect that something was clearly down in the bottom of the water. Nathan was currently dressing himself in the scuba diving gear, his heart pounding in his chest. He could not believe this was finally
Water has many different smells. There is chlorine, salt, lake, fishy, and well of course drinkable. The one I will never be able to get out of my nose is the chlorine. In sixth grade, I was a member of the Sullivan Blue Dolphins. I wasn't that good at swimming, but I'll never forget the swim meets. Especially the one at the Red Bird Aquatic Center.
"Yes. Our neighbors had a large family; they agreed to watch you while I was away." He paused for a moment and then finished brusquely. "The mercenary who wanted to rape her the night she snuck out I disemboweled. Her father's throat I cut."
Marines share a special bond with one another and believe it is their duty to help each other in times of strife. They depend on the person left and right of them to potentially save their life. It is ingrained in every Marine to aid others in trouble. Personally, I know from experience because I was a Marine. Let me reminiscence of a time when I was a young Marine. When I went to great lengths to aid my fellow Marine. It is nothing big, but it made an impression on the fellow Marine and made a lasting friendship with his family.
You know, sometimes being judged by your cover, isn't a bad thing. I don't let anyone know who I am, everyone knows my cover, but that's it. We all have something to be sad about, something to cry for. But how often do we think about that? We don't, when was the last time you looked at someone, and asked yourself, I wonder if life is more than a smile, I wonder if his life is hard? We don't, we just look at people and assume that they are happy, or sad.
“Do you think we’ll actually catch something today?” I said, as my grandfather and I walked down the wooden dock to the Chesapeake Bay.
“You have enemies? Good, that means you’ve stood up for something sometime in your life.”- Winston Churchill. Winston was the former prime minister of Britain, author, and an all around smart and funny guy. This relates to my story a lot because of these giant eighth graders that tried to push us around and we defended ourselves and didn't let anyone push us around referring to the quote.
I would describe my work at the Aquarium as both hard and educational work. I would say hard work for a very simple reason, it is hard work. Not everybody is willing to wake up close to 5 am to go and do manual labor on a hot, sunny, summer day. I would also say it is educational because I have learned a lot this summer through my work. I have learned about invasive species in general as well as local invasive species. I have also learned about the wide array of professions, involving invasive species and other nature related jobs, that people have. These are just two of the many things I have learned.
It's time. It’s... time. That I need to survive. For the past 3 years. I’ve gone through this. For those 2 years, this challenge I partake every year has not been a challenge. Id plan 3 months ahead. I’d Sketch this average looking house, bathroom, kitchen, dinner room, living room, bedrooms, basement, garage, and ultimately the attic. Scheme places where I can hide. Try to even originate hiding spots.
Swimming is a very competitive sport, and I was brought into it by my parents when they saw me at the very young age of 5 years showing incredible abilities towards swimming in the local pool. I went for my initial training through group learning. I learned all four strokes of swimming and was introduced to competitive swimming at the local YMCA.
It was Thanksgiving Day, just after 7 O’clock when James sat down at the dinner table to answer some questions. The scent of apple pie and beer was still in the air James is about 6ft tall with dark skin. He has a full head with a white go tee. He was in a white tee with sweats wrapped up in a robe.
I feel nothing then everything at once. Everything goes black without a sudden notice i'm laying there numb trying to decipher what had just happened physically and mentally. Physically I was tingling everywhere my body was vibrating as if I was one with everything around me. A simplicity only the body can feel but the brain cannot explain. Why do I feel this? Is it because of my settle side effect of depression or is it because of the herb I solemnly inhaled and exhaled as if I have been practicing that patterned routine my whole life. Mentally I went from complete sobority to drowning. But not that kind of drowning where my lungs get filled with water and I choke for one last breath of air. No the kind of drowning that is within one. Drowning in my thoughts and feelings that have no meaning yet control every aspect of my pathetic uncontrollable reality tv show like life.