" Goddamnit" I quickly rolled out of my big soft bed, to turn off whatever the beeping sound came from and in the process my cat had been thrown off my chest. I fumbled around in the dark before making my way to the light switch and turning it on. My room was simple, numorus posters of bands, and games were plasted on the walls and dirty socks hanging from the drawer. i listen to the sound of the beep and slowly followed its source. There my digital alarm clock had been under my L shaped table along with some MONSTER energy cans. I picked up the small clock and looked at its time. I cursed under my breath and rubbed my eyes to see if the time was really right
6:45 p.m
"Fuck!"
I cursed once more before turning off the alarm and quickly running across my room to the bathroom. I need to be presentable at 7'o clock for what most sociable people called " House warming" I hated going outside and interacting to people i hardly knew, it made me....uncomferable to say at the least. I reached into the shower and turned on the facet and quickly ran back into my room to my dresser. Man did i hate house warming parties.
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????'s P.O.V. ( 2 days prior )
" Are we there yet? " I said blankingly looking out the car window. My sister who sat in the front seat with her husband turned towards me. " We're almost there, give us at least twenty more minutes" I huffed at her response and continued to look out the window at the blurry yet boring landscape.
A sign flew past the car and i barely caught what it said. 'Welcome to Saint. Petersburg'
'This place better have some fucking conventions nearby' I thought bitterly. 20 mintues slowly passed by and right when i was going to ask ' are we there yet?' the car pulled into a driveway ...
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...ould be my brother in law's 'Man Cave' while my sister was maily squeeing at her new home i snuck away from her to go find the stairs to my room. Eventually i'd found the stair and went up to my room, it was pretty spacious even with a giant queen size bed. I closed the door behind my self and found that it had a lock. Good. No need to worry about my sister waltzing right in. I checked out my seemingily small closet and medium size bathroom. Then i left the batheroom to check out the window facing what was now my neighbor's house. it had one of those cushy seats where you could sit and stare outside. On either side of the window had a empty built-in book cases. well....so far i was starting to like my room. I went over to my bed and collapsed on it, all the weight that had been resting on my shoulders disappeared, I closed my eyes and slowly fell into a deep sleep.
I woke, I started to run, but I couldn't escape, the walls were closing in. I started to hyperventilate. I jolted up, I grabbed my necklace and pressed the pendent, it glowed in the midnight lit room. Brucie was sitting were the board was. She looked annoyed, she told me not to speak with mother, but the lose drove me mad, I had to speak to her again.
Early in the morning, twenty four years ago on the twelvth day in the month of July, a baby boy was born at St. Mary's hospital in Athens, Georgia. The Pollock household of three had grown by one. Jennifer, the new boy's three year old sister, had already named him. The new boy was to be called Jody Lamon Pollock. Jody was the name she picked, and Lamon was the mother's father's name. So this is how I came to be Mr. Jody Lamon Pollock.
“At this time in my life I lived in a very old town house, where I often heard unexplainable noises in the attic. One night, when I was about 11, my parents went out to a party, leaving me all alone. The night was stormy, with crashes of lightening and thunder outside. Having nothing to do, I fell asleep after eating too much ice cream. All of a sudden, my alarm clock goes off in the middle of the night, reading 3 o’clock. I’m wondering why ...
When we arrived home, I ended up in my bedroom; I don't remember the trip from
I had got some sleep when Boom!!!. “What's wrong” I cry out hoping for an answer. It never comes. I run out to the hall with my belongings. “Hey lady” I hear from behind me.
As our car drove closer, I could see there were other cars just like the one I'm
In “The Truth about Stories”, Thomas King, demonstrate connection between the Native storytelling and the authentic world. He examines various themes in the stories such as; oppression, racism, identity and discrimination. He uses the creational stories and implies in to the world today and points out the racism and identity issues the Native people went through and are going through. The surroundings shape individuals’ life and a story plays vital roles. How one tells a story has huge impact on the listeners and readers. King uses sarcastic tone as he tells the current stories of Native people and his experiences. He points out to the events and incidents such as the government apologizing for the colonialism, however, words remains as they are and are not exchanged for actions. King continuously alerts the reader about taking actions towards change as people tend to be ignorant of what is going around them. At the end people give a simple reason that they were not aware of it. Thus, the author constantly reminds the readers that now they are aware of the issue so they do not have any reason to be ignorant.
BEEP! BEEP! The alarm went off at 4:30 in the morning. Ana could barley open her eyes, she was up all night over thinking about the competition. It was spring break and she was all ready settled on waking up in the afternoon everyday. She knew she had to get up right away, she was not going to have enough time to get all of her make-up done. She got up right away and headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water, thinking that would make her wake up a little.
11:14 p.m.-I slowly ascend from my small wooden chair, and throw another blank sheet of paper on the already covered desk as I make my way to the door. Almost instantaneously I feel wiped of all energy and for a brief second that small bed, which I often complain of, looks homey and very welcoming. I shrug off the tiredness and sluggishly drag my feet behind me those few brief steps. Eyes blurry from weariness, I focus on a now bare area of my door which had previously been covered by a picture of something that was once funny or memorable, but now I can't seem to remember what it was. Either way, it's gone now and with pathetic intentions of finishing my homework I go to close the door. I take a peek down the hall just to assure myself one final time that there is nothing I would rather be doing and when there is nothing worth investigating, aside from a few laughs a couple rooms down, I continue to shut the door.
...nts' house. She spent many hours with me making cookies and teaming up on my brother. I told her all my secrets and dreams. When I had to go back home, she would always write me letters. They were actually written by my grandpa. My mom tried to read them to me, but I wouldn't let her. However, I didn't know how to read, so I finally had to give in and let her read them to me.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! My alarm clock noisily beeped until I slammed it off. It was Friday, and I just had to make it through one more day of school. It was 5:00 A.M. My alarm usually goes off at six. I was a little bit confused. Then, it hit me like a line drive to the gut. I was going to the Bahamas. I ran down the stairs faster than a fighter jet in combat and put my cinnamon toast Eggo waffle in the toaster. I realized that I needed to wake everyone else up so we could go. I heard what sounded like a pig in distress, and knew my dad was fast asleep. I tried to be gentle when I woke him up. First it was a tap. He snored. Then, it was a whisper followed by a light shove. He snored three times. I wondered if he was communicating
It was a sunny day. The leftovers of last week’s snowstorm still blanketed most of the surrounding area. I decided, after straggling about the house for nearly two hours, lethargy slowly creeping in, that I would go for a drive. I leaped in my trusty old Maverick and roared away. The Maverick, which I bought in 1975, was dark blue, (my favorite color). It was a steal and only ten years past its prime. It was a good, trustworthy car and until today, I had not had any problems with it. This was a spontaneous kind of getaway, so nothing was planned, no basket of food prepared, nor did I make any other preparations. Living in the city can be depressing so getting away from the concrete jungle for a few hours was a welcomed escape. I have not lived in this city for very long, although I knew the names of the adjoining towns, there were a few that I did not know. However, being the adventurer that I am, I drove off in a direction that I have never been. I do not know why I did not think to look at the gas gauge before I left perhaps I was too preoccupied with the thought of fleeing that I did not care.
Everyone has their own, personal place to have alone time and clear their heads. For me, that place is my bedroom in my apartment. My room is the one place where I feel most nostalgic and comfortable; its’ a comfort that can’t be replaced. My bedroom is my favorite room in my apartment because I always have my privacy there, and I feel like it shows my personal style, which I love.
There I was, sitting on my bed at 2:30 am. Wondering about the dream I
My house is quite large. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, two living rooms, a dining room, a special games room and a big front and back garden. My favourite room is my bedroom. I love it because it is the only room in my house where I can lock myself away from the rest of the world. After a long day, all I want to do is go up to my cosy bedroom and either listen to some mellow music, or lie down, unwind and watch a bit of T.V or maybe even a relaxing film.