I unzipped my coat as I stepped into the warm basement. I crinkle my nose as the bitter smell of alcohol hits it. I feel like I should be used to it by now, I go to concerts at least once a month. We walk over to the small table overflowing with merchandise. It’s a tradition to by the opening bands CD. I hear a few quite beats on a drum set and that’s my cue to get to the front of the crowed. I grab my sister's hand and I try and pull my her along to the front, leaving my mother behind. We get blocked by a large man and I figure that we will get past him later since his drink is almost empty. As the band is tuning up a young woman pulls a man, that I suspect to be her boyfriend, up next to us. On the last step she trips on her own foot and spills her drink on my shoes. “Oh my god, i’m so sorry i’ll get some napkins.” She trots off and returns within seconds with a fist …show more content…
I hear a small gasp and turn around just as the plastic cup hits my shoes. “Watch where you’re going buddy!” Melissa shouts at the large man pushing his way to the bar. “I’ll get some more napkins.” Josh sighs as he grabs the cup from the ground. “I am just a mess today”, she laughs “, I'm sorry hon.” “It's okay, I don't really like these shoes anyway.” I explain in attempts to cheer her up. “Here you go.” Josh says as he hands me the large ball of paper towel. I crouch down to attempt to dry off my pants and shoes. “Can I get you a shirt or something?”, Melissa begged “, I just feel really bad.” Heck yeah I want a free shirt Me-liss-a. I hesitate for a second. “Oh no, it's okay really.” “Nope, i'm going to go buy you a shirt honey. What are you, a small?” she asked squinting her eyes at me. “Um, yeah I think so.” I say uncertainly. She padded across the small room back to us with a bundle of cloth and new drink. “Here you go”, She smiles and hands my sister and I two shirt “, I got you a medium, I hope that's
It was the day the junior high volleyball girls played Madison Grant! They were the only team that we lose to last year.We were going back and forth and back. It was a really good game. Who won the biggest rivalry in Frankton JH?
“Okay, well then how about I bring a couple of plates in here, we can eat on the floor...I’ll be right back!” I was out of there in a flash, inhaling for what felt like the first time since I turned the door knob to her room.
I plop down into the seat and throw my stuff in the aisle. “What’s up?” I ask him.
“The Best of Both Worlds” was Hannah Montana`s tagline statement, at the end of my high school career I've finally experienced “the best of both worlds”. Although I didn't wear a blonde wig and perform in front of an audience, I've certainly had my experience with leading a double life. During November of 2016, I`ve become more attentive to patterns, everyday Id walk up the bricks engraved with various names leading to my high school, I finally paid attention to their delicate layout after four years of walking on them. Four years felt like nothing, in fact it is an understatement to say they flew by. I was finally experiencing my last football games and my last (but also first) homecoming dance. During the final act of my high school career,
A Lasting Impact My heart is pounding, Anxiety is taking over. The trauma won’t escape me, Even after a whole year.
I grab a bottle of water and hand it to him. “Ha. I told you to calm down earlier, except you didn’t listen to me.”
The sounds of sixteen children screaming and laughing. Paper money flying, the teacher making no effort to stop the commotion. Everyone smiling having a great time. Many teachers go by curriculum, but only a few take the curriculum to new places. Although some teachers have strict rules, my third grade teacher, Mrs. Rifenbark, was fun and creative, and she taught be many things that I would use for school years to come.
He places the mugs on the table along with a small carton of half and half. I pour the crème into my coffee. He does as well. “I got your text. So you’re all good with
The shirt was a bit large for her. Up to her knees large. She nearly fell in amusement when she stared at her reflection. She looked like the size of a grape. Clary sighed. "At least I don't have to bother with pants."
"No I'm just kidding, that dress looks beautiful... oh, and yes, you look okay yourself." Paul is now laughing unable to help himself.
I give him a blank stare instead. “You’re ridiculous. C’mon, give me a beer. You need a friend, not a weird mentor/father figure.” He reaches into the ice cooler between us, and pulls out a perfectly warm beer- the way I like it. “Cheers.” I open the bottle with my fingers, take a swig, and burp. He
“Oh? Well, I’m so sorry,” she hummed, walking into my view, dressed in something straight off of a Victoria’s Secret mannequin.
"You looked so uncomfortable dressed up like that," Frederica chuckled as she took the album and stepped forward to return it back to its place, "I wanted to make something special just for us. I think it turned out pretty well. Well, Mrs. Cazellnu helped out a bit but-" Two arms surrounding her from behind interrupted her sentence.
"You did everything" screamed Yollie, "You ruined the dress because it was one of your little jokes." "Yollie dear think, why would I want to ruin it for you." Mrs. Moreno bent down and placed both of her hands on Yollie's shoulders. "If I thought of ruining it for you, why would I spend the little money we have for your dye?" Yollie could not answer throat too tight to speak she nodded. Tears were falling down her face, though they were a stream of rain. Mrs. Moreno placed a large fat finger and wiped them, "Go and take a shower dear, I will cook something for you to eat."
"I am sorry, do you remember telling a hysterical Becky that you weren't in the mood for her and her teenage boy body? I bet she was offended." He snorts and I grab a white t-shirt from my bed and pull it over my head with no bra because the other ones I had were dirty or broken.