“Here we are. Finally, after so long. Do you remember when the last time we camped?” Said Adrian as he parked his jeep close to our camp site.“Not that long ago, a year, I guess.” He just nodded and loading out the stuffs. “First time, Miss?” “Here, yea but I made out some camp before when I was in the university. I love this place. Isn’t it dangerous to camp here?” “No, there’s always police around this area and I think we are not the one who camp. See there?” Answered my twin, pointing his finger at the other side of the lake. There were at least four other tents standing and on the other side some fishers are waiting for some fish to eat their baits. “Here…” I passed on a binocular to my teacher. “We informed the nearest police station about our camp, in case of anything. So, don’t worry about it besides, this is not our first time to camp out here.” I explained. She smiled at me and put down the binocular on the stool we brought. The afternoon went on very smoothly. Sunshine and cool breeze complement each other combined with the serenity of the trees surrounding us, the open blue skies above, the quiet green lake. How wonderful and peaceful it is to hear the whisper of the wind while the birds are flying free, singing their songs. Every time the breeze blows softly to its surface, the water created a small wave. I love to see this connection. So much to learn from the nature, I couldn’t agree more with that and the best part was that precious moment is shared with two very beautiful people. An understanding brother full with love and affection. A teacher who cares with causes and reasons that I still have not put across. They manifested in my life to know the meaning. Meaning in those cases that I’ve ignored. The meaning... ... middle of paper ... ...ped for an unknown reason. So, I thought to myself, this is a great painting. The student very gifted and so I asked Fauzi who painted that and he mentioned your name in which was still unfamiliar to me until the day I first teaching in your class.” “How romantic…” said Adrian, eager to listen to further detail. “But which painting you mean cos’ as far as I remember I had few painting left there.” “An eagle’s eyes. You named it. Don’t you remember?” “Oh, that one… yea… sure.” “It is a great job, hon. Believe me. So that day, as I learnt the name and the face of this talented artist.” She explained while messing my hair. “Wow… this is very interesting and I find it sweet.” “Yea, and after that came many unpleasant story… as I told you… I think you already know some.” “So, all this while you keep complaining to your bro about me, huh?” “Once in a while… whom else?”
" I wish I could have helped more but hey did you hear about Lord Williamson " she says in a hushed tone. I stop and I turn around quickly.
I am surrounded by the splendor of the nature. On a moderately sunny morning, birds are peeping while sitting on the gigantic mature tree in the park. The stream of water rising from the fountain is crafting a magical melody. The mesmerizing winds have imprisoned everyone’s attention. The bright colorful flowers are depicting the charms of their juvenile. Different pleasant sounds in the environment are contributing to the concerto of nature. Leaves rustling in the cool breeze are an amazing part of the environment. A young couple sitting on the bench beside the fountain is relishing the pleasant sight.
In using this allusion, Frost not only continues the "poetic tradition" but adds all the depth of meaning of Keats' poem to his own. The star doesn't want much of us -- only to stay above us. He says that "when the mob is swayed" or when social, political, or moral upheaval takes place and the norm is to be radical, the star likes being above it all, condescendingly regarding the earth. When this happens, we should "choose something like a star" and concentrate on it.
"This is an island. At least I think it's and island. That's a reef out in the sea. Perhaps there are not any grownups anywhere."
“We have a small emergency situation and everyone needs to be moved to the deck with their life belts with them.” He retorted.
Loraine continued, “Your spirit fills the room just as the paintings do. Haven't you noticed, you've captured the eye of everyone here?"
With tears of laughter in his eyes, Gwaine sauntered over to the cot. “Do you remember us helping you up here?” asked Gwaine, chortling.
“…a camp – made up of twenty or more khaki green tents, arranged in rows. We approached the camp in a long line, and at the gates we were met by a group of men in military uniforms”(Nazer 105).
"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."
“I don’t know,” she said, shrugging her shoulders she went back to doodling anime characters.
(Camera pans around camp: Sunny day. Pan to see the lodge, the flag circle, girls of all ages with backpacks and sleeping bags, the boat house, the lake, the dock with canoes, and the cabins. )
It is a sunny morning. I am home with my stepfather and brothers. The clouds seem perfectly shaped as they swivel in the sky. The birds whistle a tune no morning has heard and the trees dance as the breeze whips. I am stuck indoors, and I am missing what seems to be the perfect day. My brother is leaving to head to basketball camp. My other brother is heading to work. Today was going to be a day with just my stepdad and me. He prepares breakfast for me, and the smell captivates my senses. I stop staring out the window and head to the bathroom and then to the table to eat. This is the perfect day.
It was on a Friday morning at 4:30 A.M. that happiness and joy filled the hearts of both my parents. I was born on November 29, 1996 at Broward General Hospital in Fort Lauderdale Florida. My parents had five children, and among the five children that they had, I was the third (or middle) child from them. It started off as two boys, then I came along as the first girl, after it was another boy, then finally, another baby girl; so total was three boys and two girls. The way that my parents lived and treated each other was the same as if any other married couple that loved each other so much. They’ve gone through a lot to get to where they are now today, but they made it and along the way had us five children. They have been really strong with each other which made them only have the five of us and no other step children. My mom is a great cook and enjoy cooking for us; this is probably where my passion for culinary comes from. My dad is an amazing tailor, he is very good at making our clothes, and my passion for fashion probably came from him. My dad is also a teacher, one of the best math teacher I know, he is passionate about his job and his family is the center of his universe. I cannot finish this chapter without mentioning my grandmother, I was lucky enough to have ever met. I had spent part of my life time with her, like the rest of the family she is sweet, my grandmother Abelus,
“It’s ok, I will definitely try my absolute best to assist you in finding that diamond necklace.” Madame Forestier said.
While walking by the shore I was amazed by the soft smooth sand beneath my feet, it seemed like all the worries I had throughout the year were finally erased. There was a rock facing the ocean that it thought was really cool, so I decided to settle there for a moment to appreciate the view, I closed my eyes for a second letting myself comforted by the sounds of the ocean, the sounds the waves were making against the rocks was impressive. Spending a few more minutes on the rock I decided to go back. Tying to help my parents for making breakfast, they sent me and my brother to get bread, and a few croissants at the bakery. My brother was driving while I was still wondering the landscape, I thought it was interesting how this island contained a mix between mountains, and beaches. At the table, conversations were spontaneous and positives, I forgot how fun breakfast could be when spending with family. That day we had has a plan to go to the beach, my mom could guess what me and my father had in mind. It was scuba diving and hunting with harpoons, but before we had to first buy the necessary equipment, and study the fishes we could hunt, since some were protected, and review the fishes that were edible. Finally done with preparation we headed to the beach, me and my dad waited that day for so long, being a big fan of hunting, I was quite impressed by the number of variety the Mediterranean Sea could provide, also what really shocked