I was standing in line, waiting to get my bag checked when two hands grabbed a hold of my upper arms and started dragging me away. I struggled to escape while I screamed my roommate’s name, hoping she would hear me over all the laughter and excitement. I had waited all semester for this trip and here I was; being torn away as I watched Cinderella’s castle disappear from view.
“What did I do?” I screamed as I kicked at the shins of the men carrying me away from the park. “What could I possibly have done?”
“That doesn’t matter right now.” The stone faced man continued looking forward as I broke down into a sobbing panic.
Two months ago my roommate and the rest of her Speech and Debate team had won an all-expense paid trip to Disney World. She had picked me to be her guest after she watched me struggle to stay afloat in classes while working full-time as a waitress. She felt that out of everyone she knew, I deserved a vacation the most. But here I was; being thrown into a van by two men in black suits.
The inside of the white van looked exactly the way they often do in the movies; dark and bare. This one though, had a small opening covered with mesh to allow communication between the driver and their captive. For the first fifteen minutes of the drive I sat huddled in the corner, going through everything I had done since I boarded the American Airlines flight at six o’clock in the morning, trying to figure out what exactly these men could need me for. The ride was rough and I eventually got tired of hitting my head against the back doors. At a stop I slowly crawled up and rested my head next to the mesh opening.
“I just want to know what all of this is for.” I whimpered into the opening.
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... tape for weeks, I knew it wasn’t you, I just hoped that I could get to you in time.”
“I will never be able to thank you enough.”
“Really, don’t mention it. Would you like to go back to the park?”
“I would love that.”
When I stepped outside of the building I saw Splash Mountain looming over me, we had been in the back of the park the whole time. Happy life had continued on without me as I was being unrightfully detained. Elated to finally be free, I gave a quick wave to the man who saved me and began running full speed through the park, I didn’t know where my roommate was but I was bound to find her. In the distance I heard parade music, making me feel even freer, I sprinted towards the crowd. It wasn’t long before I found my roommate.
“Where the hell have you been all day?”
“I’ve been around. You know, just experiencing the happiest place on earth.”
Before long I spotted my friends a few feet away and I walked in their direction. I found my 3 friends roaring with laughter, and I couldn’t help but laugh as well. A few hours later we were all piled in the car and Ashley’s parents drove home. We sat in a comfortable silence because everyone was exhausted from all the fun that we had. I smiled to myself in the dark, as I thought about what an amazing story my trip to six flags would make in the
The inside was nothing like the outside. It was full of intricate rooms and many stairs leading to unknown places. “My name is Glendella,” she told me. “I am a co-finder of the Order of the Forbidden. I’m sure you have never heard of me, for everyone thinks I am dead.” “Tell me, Cinderella, what do you know about your father’s passing?” I chocked up a bit when I heard her mention my father. “All I was told is that he passed of natural causes and he’s in a better place now,” I said between my soft sobs. “Cinderella, I need you to breathe and prepare yourself, because everything you have been told is a
As Monday morning rolled along, Molly gathered all her stuff at the door and yelled for her parents to hurry or she’d be late to catch the bus at school. With all her things stacked in the trunk of the car, her dad could hardly see past her purple suitcase in the rearview mirror, yet that didn't stop him from driving. When Molly and her family pulled up to the parking lot, it was packed with other seniors and their families, they had to park at the back near the entrance gate which was farther away from the bus she needed to go
There it was. I heard the soft, barely audible squeak of the third to stop stair. I freeze, every muscle tense, silently going into panic mode. Red lights flashed in my mind, as I slowly clicked off my flashlight. I was completely soaked, as the air conditioning had quit working. This normally wouldn't bother me, but it was July and I was smothering in my warm quilt, my plush blanket, and my flannel sheets. I was red faced and breathing hard, but it was made worthwhile with the promise of finishing the Hunger Games that night. Without these, the bright light of my reading light would be seen from the hall. I could've shut my door, but then I wouldn't here my Mom, creeping up to check on
I blink, caught off guard. “Nothing. Everything. I don’t know how to put it in words.”
“Scared?” A voice behind me asked, I let out a piercing shriek, clutching my heart.
As the two men driving us, they stopped us in Perkins which was in North Dakota. I was very hungry and the two drivers were nice enough to pay the meals and as I was sitting there, I realized that I wasn’t no longer in Minnesota. At the time, It’s been four years since I haven’t stepped a foot outside Minnesota. As I was in North Dakota, I felt happy and peaceful because it feels good to take a break and see other parts of the United States. As the crew and I finished eating at Perkins, all of us went back to the car. It took us about two day ½ to get to the national park. I’m the type of person who can’t sleep at night, there was about two girls who were sleeping on me. I was keep looking at the window and was asking to myself ‘’Are we there yet’’? As everyone woke up to the next morning, I was the only person who went to sleep. I want to get some sleep and everyone was being loud and it wasn’t cool at all. As hours passed by, I was in Wyoming and the city was small and rural. I wasn’t used to seeing rural
My dream place would be a house on a Galapagos Island. My land will be located on the Isabella Island. It will be nice and relaxing because it has a constant weather all that time, perfect environment. Also I will have a nice 2 floor cabin. The cabins will look like the ones that you see in forest. My whole family will live there after I am 75. But before that I will spend my time gathering all the money to buy a piece of land, a plane, a boat, and some vegetable seed (lot of them). I want my dream place to be nice and relaxing where you can enjoy the environment and very peaceful weather.
As I regained my consciousness, my face was throbbing with pain and my nose was bleeding. I tried to clean the blood off my face, but realized my hands and legs were tied up. I sat upright and looked around me. My house was a mess; everything was either broken, or gone. . . . I had been robbed.
On our way there, I was so nervous, I thought I wasn’t going to make it. My heart seemed like it was struggling to beat, my eyes were unfocused and staring hauntedly into the distance, and my breath was staggered and short. I could feel my hands begin to quake and become clammy. I honestly didn’t know what I was so afraid of. I tried my best to force my dazed eyes to focus on something, anything. I would stare out the window into the frosty, breezy air.
I let out a withered sigh, which caused me to choke in the middle of yet another sob. I had had enough. I weakly pulled myself out of the pool and walked to my towel. I grabbed the huge, orange and white stripped thing and wrapped it around my shivering body, hoping to find some warmth and comfort; but even my monstrous beach towel could not cut the chill I felt inside. I started to walk to the changing room past the hundred faces I knew nothing of, but by now were familiar. I had searched each face a hundred times hoping to see someone I knew. Finally, I realized that I knew none of them, and the person I was looking for just wasn't coming.
"I'll start my search there. We won't lose hope that she may still be alive, but don't lose your sense of reality either." His voice had a coldness to it and his face looked like someone whose life was taken out of him.
Packed tightly into thirty-six short lines is a depiction of America today as viewed by Conor Oberst, front man for the Desaparecidos. "The Happiest Place on Earth" covers their opinions on patriotism, drugs, greed, pollution, military, technology, and the establishment in general. The overall feeling of the song is rebellion towards the industry, but there is also a sense of hope and a longing for social change.
My favorite place as a child was County Park Lake. When we had family picnics because we all got together and there was great food and kids playing and the adults playing horse-shoes and could tell there was love for one another. There was no other place like this when I was a child. Some of my fondest memories was at that picnic site we should all have memories likes those.
“ No, not until you tell me what I did wrong” I screamed with tears building up in my eyes.