9/11 Curse Words

At 4:30 am, my alarm went off; I was more tired than ever. I rolled over stepping onto the wood floor. I walked to the bathroom feeling as if I could collapse and fall back into my deep sleep. After my shower, I went back into the snug, little room I was calling home for the time being at my grandparent’s house. I was at my grandparents house due to the fact that my dad and Stacy were already in the Dominican Republic. I packed my last few belongings and crawled back into the bed to fall asleep for a few minutes. I assumed that ten minutes had passed when I remember hearing my grandparents talking about how we had to leave soon. My grandma came in asking us what we had wanted for breakfast. Mickenzie and I told her we weren’t hungry and got out of the warm cozy bed to get in the car. After changing, we went out to the kitchen to say bye to our grandma, seeing that there wasn’t room for her in the car. She gave us a huge, tight bear hug telling us to be safe.

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

My dad always slept with his shoes off.But tonight, tonight was different. Probably because the town was being evacuated. Gun shots so close you can trace the sound back to the weapon. People running, screaming and dying. It was amazing, well to me it was it was the first time i seen everyone outside at once i wish it was on this occasion but it was good to see people care about each other. Back to the store though. My mom came running into the house screaming,”they’re here,they’re”. My dad jump from the bed, like he was waiting for this moment all his life, “grab the begs” he says to me and my 3 brothers. They were place in the corner of the living room next to the back door. I didn't pick up nothing being the youngest in the

Let me briefly express to you why I feel that it is still not acceptable. First I don’t believe that we should participate in anything that has immoral and unethical means. As I have ceaselessly revealed one way they aggravate the force or attack you is by making sounds, or using innuendoes many of these innuendoes represent unethical actions such as sexual implications. There are other activities that they execute that are unethical. In addition, as it relates to their doctrine they attempt to use unethical means to achieve good, but then again it’s, never ok for one especially believers to participate in those means . For example, I realize this is an extreme comparison nevertheless I believe the principle still applies remember the horrible

A few weeks ago I was not stained by the knowledge that evil exists in the world. I lived with the Smith family, who always gave me treats and even let me sleep in their bed. I recall the days when they would take me to Dairy Queen and get me the dairy free vanilla ice cream. After consuming all of the sugary goodness, I would ride home in the car perfectly content with my full belly. During these journeys, they even allowed me to stick my head out the window so that I could feel the wind tugging at my fur, the sun warming my face, and the smell of the ocean tickling my nose. These were the days of freedom, of happiness. Thoughts of misery or fear never creeped into my head. Everything seemed to be falling into place in my life. A

It’s 8:54 p.m. I hear keys and the door opening. I run down the stairs to the door and standing right in front of me is my mother. My mother had me up all night worrying about whether she was ok or not. My mom takes off her shoes and asks me to come sit on the couch with her. We sit down and my mom begins to speak.

The following months a winter, cold and gloomy, surrounded the house. My grandmother came to stay with us since my father had fallen into depression and needed help taking care of my sister and I. When my grandmother went grocery shopping my sister would struggle with homework without my grandmother’s help. One day when my grandmother left to go grocery shopping my sister approached me, which was unusual of her since its very rare for her to come to me. Her dark brown hair and big eyes reminded me of my self when I was younger. “I’m hungry” she complained, a question she’s never asked me. My father sleeping and my grandmother away, I was the only one left to take care of her and that terrified me. I had never cared for or known how to care for someone else. All I knew was how to evaluate whether or not someone was caring for another correctly.

It was early in the morning, and I had just woken up because I hear voices and objects being moved around in my grandma’s kitchen. I got up from the bed and made my way down the hallway straight to the kitchen. Once I entered the kitchen I saw all of my aunts with my grandma kneading the corn flour. I just stood there by the wooden door and watched as my aunts would laugh and talk to each other while the kneaded the corn flour. It was a beautiful sight to see because of the sunlight that was coming in from the window was hitting their faces and making it look like they were glowing. I started to look around the medium size room and saw the big dining table in the middle of the kitchen leaving little space to walk around properly.

It was a nice bright morning as the sun was saying its goodbyes, fall was greeting us with gentle breezes, I was wearing a nice purple dress and my mom had braided my hair, I felt the fear running through me as I held my mom’s hand, she walked me through the doors and down the hall to my classrooms where I was greeted by my teacher with a smile as those few moments flew bye I was very distant very far I would occasionally pinched myself hoping this was all a dream my mom waved goodbye and left my classroom i quickly realized this wasn't a dream and I wouldn't be waking up anytime soon

The sky was dark with only the street lights there to help me see. It was around 9:00 PM and I saw that the lights were still on inside my house. Now that meant that my parents were still up, so I knew they were going to be angry. I was hanging out with some friends and just didn’t want any of it from my parents. I opened the door and the second I stepped into the house, my mom started yelling.

It was a snowy sunday night in december in a city called spokane and I had nothing to do. I usually had nothing to do and mostly just sat in my small colorless room with a old feeling to it with a old wooden bed and some clothing I never wore on the floor. I usually had nothing to do as my teachers never gave us homework and I had no real sport or hobby anyways we couldn't afford me doing and sport or hobby. But I didn't care though I should've but I was use do it and I never liked change or any short of change but my parents still always suggested new thing for me to do like though I know they couldn't afford me doing it like learn to use Guitar

I woke up at eight in the morning, being that it was May and spring was in the air I knew that my day would be perfect. As I leaped out of my warm and comfortable bed to put on my Bullwinkle slippers, my stomach nerves began to tighten. I figured it was just a small bellyache and I would get over it soon. I walked slowly to the bathroom not really realizing that the house was not filled with sunshine as it usually is during these beautiful spring days. As I began to brush my teeth my eyes caught a glimpse of the window that I now noticed was so close to the mirror. I could have died when I noticed that the rain was coming down like a storm. It was at that moment that I ran to mother’s room to tell her that I couldn’t go driving today. My

It was a peaceful day in a crummy condo. My brother and I were sitting in his room. I had AP Social Studies homework and he had 7th grade English. He was in the middle of asking me a question when a gust of wind came through the closed window. I kind of, how do I put this, a noise. A very dim, subtle noise. A ZING, SWOOSH, SHUUWAH noise. And out popped two people. A man and a woman. They looked at us in a passive, easygoing way, and the women said to us in a soft, calm voice, “We are your parents. And want to take you home”.

To begin it all happened in December it was snow falling; freezing cold temperatures, the frigid cold wind was whistling threw the streets. The current day is Friday; every Friday I would go to my grandma’s and I would stay there for the weekend. I stayed with my grandparents on weekends because my mom worked weekends and I also needed someone to babysit me. I would have to

I was walking back from lunch with my friend Matt, we were telling each other jokes about dead babies. I looked over and saw my little brother, I turned to Matt and said “watch this” then I ran up to my brother and tried to do a jumping high five. He didn’t think I was trying to high five him he thought I was trying to hit him. Out of instinct he pushed me away and I fell backwards, I landed and pivoted on the ball of my left foot. I thought I had gotten away safe and clear, I went to take a step and BAM! I had been tripped by my own untied shoelace, betrayed by my own apparel. I fell backwards and expected to hit lockers, unfortunately it wasn’t lockers or even a door. I had crashed into the glass display case, oh the utter humility. I hit the ground and leaned up on one arm, I was fine, not a scratch. Mrs. Wright come running up in total mom mode “ Oh my God, are you alright, AHH, don’t move!”.