The crying, the soothing voice, the banging on the door, it all gave me a headache. "Shush, Angelina, it's going to be fine." Christy voice was smooth, like butter on toast. Which, if you knew her, you wouldn't believe possible. Christy seemed like a nice girl. Her tan face, kind brown eyes, and dark brown hair which was always pulled into pigtails, they all gave her a nice apperence. Though, despite how kind or gentle she may look, her personality is somewhat gruff, or rude. Only for Angelina would she be nice. Or for me of course, but along the way she'd throw in some smart remarks, or rude comments, an attempt to cheer me up. Oh, but of course, twas a game to us. Angelina, just broke up with her boyfriend, Jackson. They seemed like …show more content…
Flinging it open, pushing out the screen, which I already have taken out quite a few times and stuck my head out. My auburn hair flew in my face, it was extremely windy. "Hey, idiots," I called down. "Go away, I'm sure even Grandma can hear you." "I want to talk to Angelina," Jackson said, at least taking a step from the door, even from two stories up I could see the desperation in his sea green eyes. "She wasn't suppose to hear what I had said." I started laughing, laughing so hard I almost toppled put of the window. "Jackson, you come up with funny excuses, also unbelievable things." "Hailey, you don't understand," Max chimed in. "You probably wouldn't even believe it though." A sicking sob sounded behind me. "Better be good," I growled, stepping away from the window. I closed the window, I didn't bother shoving the screen back on because it was lying in a bush below. "Hailey," Angelina said, attempting to clean her face off with her sleeve. "Don't talk to them, just make them …show more content…
I head to the kitchen and get a plate of cookies and one glass of milk, then go sit down on a chair. I put the cookies next to me, I was going to use them as a treat, just in case if Jackson lied. Though, with Jackson, lies are easy to sense. Max liked cookies, so he'd tell me the truth. "Tell me exactly why you broke up with Angelina, Jackson," I said, taking a small cookie from the plate, dunking it in my milk and started breaking off small pieces. I looked directly in Max's stone grey eyes, I where I saw the desire for the chewy sweet. "Well, you see, I was trying to impress this guy and-" I put up my head, I could already tell Jackson was lying. Usually when he lied he didn't go into depth of the story, as he was now. "Real truth, come on," I growl. I shoved my cookie into my mouth. "Fine, as stupid as I am I did it. I was at my sister's birthday party, Peter somehow snuck away. I was stuck at the stupid birthday party, and my sister wanted to play truth or dare. So, she begged me to play, I did. Then some dumbass girl dared me to break up with Angelina-" "Don't curse under this roof, I'm pretty sure Grandma can sniff cuss words," I said. "Also, I liked the lie better." Of course, trust Jackson to never back down from a dare, no matter how foolish. "Well, foolish boys, or should I say boy. I am the oldest in our
“Can anyone confirm that alibi,” Jackson asked. He was too smart to fall for that trick.
Mike Dobrejcak moved to the United States as a young boy. He wanted to become involved in all of American culture and values. Mike dived into American culture, he applied to be a citizen and participate in all that citizenship had to offer. He was eager to discuss politics and elections. Mike worked hard to perfect his English and education. He worked hard in the mills for his money. Mike’s life was a constant hope for a better future. He dreamed of owning a nice house and not worrying about money but his worrying never ceased. He never achieved the life he dreamed about. Mike’s life became more meaningful when he married Mary, he also wanted a better future for his children. Mike’s ability to be involved in politics and social culture in the United States gave his life more meaning, or a purpose; he worked for a better life. Although Mike constantly worked and hoped for a better life, he was never given that opportunity. He worried about money constantly
Isaac’s body heated from the embarrassment. “I kind of forgot to. What were you trying to tell me?”
It is so sad to read at how many of these treaties were promised to the people that turned out to not be fulfilled. Wanted to trust those same people who didn’t keep their promises that would be extremely difficult to do. The Ghost Dance religion was something that many of the chiefs were interesting it taking part in. Little did they know the trouble that it was going to cause in the future. In which eventually lead to the Battle of Wounded Kneee. Your presentation was very informative and the picture you use added to the information that was presented.
While speaking to him the boy held an accusing tone to his voice,” My Aunt died in that incident got eaten by some big fish like thing there. It’s funny how you managed to get out alive and not her.”
"I did not know you would be coming!" Sophia said. Her voice was only loud enough to
“Ya, Ya you really did.” Beth said in shock, she couldn’t believe a good girl like Liz could pull that off without breaking a sweat.
“YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! I HATE YOU!” she interrupted me. She stomped into her room. She’s lucky there was nothing within my arm’s reach or I would’ve--
“You mean how I covered your ass today when that strange guy appeared then disappeared?”
“James…” she muttered, taking a few seconds to compose herself before brushing her hair out of her eyes and resuming the drive, doing her best to pretend that nothing had happened. “Why do you ask James shrugged, the events of the therapy session flashing in his mind.
“I’m fine,” I said picking up the glasses. I began walking back down the long dark hall to my bedroom, hoping anything would happen to stop me from going. The glasses mocked me as my hands unintentionally shook them nervously.
If I have to deal with these people for one more minute by myself, you would have had to check me into a mental institution.” Sam said with a straight face, but I busted out laughing which got me a few stares.
I heard a tap on the window. As I turned my head, Mr. Williams appeared to be shouting at me.
Rip Van Winkle was a man of good nature. He often would help the neighborhood women fix things around their homes. He took the world easy and laid back without thinking of consequences. But he also had a short temper especially when it came to his wife. His wife didn’t like how he would help the neighborhood women instead of working of his family farm. He would often lose his temper and become so upset with his wife and go on walks with his dog to cool off. One day on his walk into the woods Rip Van Winkle took a sip of a drink and slept for twenty years. Within those years, things changed around him. He changed physically, politically and psychologically along with the town, the towns people and his family. Through the changes of his albescence