“... a miracle that she was found when she was. The symptoms from the smoke inhalation should clear up within a few days.”
I groggily opened my eyes to a woman in a lab coat standing in the doorway, speaking with someone who’s face I could not see. I tried to sit up, but all I felt was a distant pain. I laid back down. My chest felt like it was closing in, and a weight was sitting on my throat. My knee was covered in gauze and an assortment of other bandages. A taped cotton ball covered up a bruise on my left wrist, with a white bracelet on the other.
I took in my surroundings: a pale blue curtain, half opened around the bed, a chair, and a small window, indicating it was morning from the sun peaking through into the room. I couldn’t remember what had happened that brought me here, but everything before that was crystal clear.
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It was just like any other start-of-summer vacation for our family. It had become a tradition for my family and I to go to Jasper for the Canada Day weekend. “C’mon Jessica let’s go! The van is already packed!” I called out.
All of a sudden, my younger sister appeared with an armful of stuff, rushing down the stairs. My older siblings, Levi and Jen, had to stay home as they had to work. It felt unusual leaving them behind, as this was the first time we had gone camping without the whole family.
Although the drive to Jasper is about four hours, time flew by as we all sang, slept, and snacked our way there. The busy city faded as the mountains
Everything went black. A stream of warmth trickled past my lip. As I ran my hand across the warmth, I quickly realized it was blood. My first feeling was panic, and my heart dropped. Maybe it was just a bloody nose. Running my hands across my face and through my hair, I soon realized it was much more than a bloody nose. Legs weak, body numb, and a blood pouring past my lips, I knew something was terribly wrong. Struggling to get back on my feet, all I could see were the looks of panic etched across my friends’ faces.
When he left Haig to meet and greet all the staff, Doctor Pax strode over to a plain wooden door in
It didn’t take that long because we only lived 40 minutes away in South Lake Tahoe. I was anxious to see my new house. During The whole car ride, my sister and I did handshakes and played games to speed up time. Meanwhile we got to the house. “Wow,” I said when we got there.
When she’d regained consciousness, she’d asked,”What happened?” During the seizure, my once unsettled stomach had worsened. The nauseous feeling went up from my stomach, causing me to heave in the toilet. The scent of toilet water and bleach flooded my nose.
As I felt my body awakening, I opened my eyes slowly, blinking away the phosphenes. I looked around my surroundings and felt instant panic. There were no doors or windows; just pure white walls. I leaped up from off the ground and glanced down to the floor; there was blood. My hands were bloody, my clothes were bloody, and everything else was bloody. I knew it wasn’t mine because I was in no way harmed. Suddenly my head was filled with horrific screams; ones that were not my own. I couldn’t shut it off, they just kept screaming. The pain became so intolerable that I too, began to scream. I collapsed onto the hard, white floor. The cries continued until it was all too much to bare and I passed out.
Two days before we left for South Dakota we were getting groceries and clothes ready for our ten day trip, it took forever. The last day of packing we finally left. We spent seven to eight hours in the truck the first day.
She twirled the keys around her pointer finger before slotting them into the keyhole and locking it, then tucked them back into her jean pocket. She tucked a strand of curly hair that had fallen out of it’s ponytail behind her ear as she turned the sign from open to closed. Turning around, she leaned her back against the shop windows, peered at the rows of flower arrangements along the walls, and sighed. Vivian pulled her apron over her head and hung it back on the tacky, rusted, flower hooks on the wall, then pulled her rolled up sleeves down to her freckled wrists. Just another day, she guessed.
Olivia is a 13 year old girl living in a small town in Iowa. Olivia has a very unique style that consists of combat boots, ripped jeans with fishnets, and flannels. She also rocks an awesome half shaved haircut that she likes to pair with dark lipstick. One day while she was walking to school, she remembered how upset and anxious she was about 2 weeks ago. She proudly continued walking, feeling better than ever. Two weeks earlier, she had quite a few problems such as waking up feeling fearful.
Wyatt hurried to gather his clothes before heading to the shower to get the sweat off. He dressed in a pair of jeans and a dark blue t-shirt since his uniform is at the police station. Once his red and white Nike shoes on, he immediately headed out the room and down the stairs to the lobby. Wyatt rushed to his truck and started it. He peeked at the time on the dashboard which read six thirty am causing him to frown. He’s late on his first day. He needed to be at the station for six thirty because of the briefing before the shift starts.
through the peephole. He first notices a shiny star badge on a bulky mid 40s man and a big cowboy hat looking down at his shoes.Tanner slowly opens the door see two dark hazel eyes of remorse. He says “ Can I help you officer”
“Mmm. Pardon. My coffee . . .” She pressed the mute key, cleared her throat, and unmuted. “Please, excuse me.” What was this dribble on her keyboard? Latte drool. Mortified, she wiped her shirt over her chin. At least, he couldn’t see her.
Vivian felt herself jump as the man's voice boomed behind her calling out her name. She didn't dare to turn him, even going as far to pretend she had not heard him right away but she could hear him feet pressing against the steps as he hurried up the stairs to confront her for her boredom.
It was just another regular day in New York for Brad. One could tell he was just getting off his night shift from being a custodian at the local mall, as he was wearing his raggedy uniform. Brad was walking down the sidewalk, looking filthy and greasy, when a woman caught his eye. He noticed she was wearing a pants suit with a briefcase. She had just walked out of the empire state building. “A woman with money,” he said. He noticed that she walked out of the building at exactly 11 a.m. “Tomorrow I am off work and I will meet up with her,” Brad thought. The day passed and Brad rummaged through his closet to find some of his nicest clothes so he could impress the lady. He finally found a nice dress shirt and a tie.
*Slam*. The door shuts. The room was silent, you could hear a pin drop. Leah left and I heard the car start up. We’ve never gotten in a fight like this. Tears started streaming down my face. The tears started streaming down my face harder and harder by the second. AGHHHHH I screamed. I slowly got up from the table the chair squeaking making the same sound it made when Leah left. WOOSH. I think that was the fastest I’ve EVER turned around. I saw a small shadow. Nobody else was home. but there was still a shadow? I walked around the corner…nothing. I ran upstairs and WOOSH again. I checked my bedroom and Leah’s bedroom. There was nothing in there.
For the next six days, I was at the hospital. As soon as I arrived I heard the full story. Julia had gotten into a car accident. She and her friends went to