Susana Jane stopped scrolling and set her phone down, her stomach felt like it was trying to do gymnastics and all it managed was to flip and land on its noggin...multiple times. She always felt bad after a jump, but never this bad. Yet there she was, bent over the counter, gritting her teeth, with her fingers turning purple from the sheer amount of force she was exerting on that cheap motel counter. The most likely scenario? Anxiety was doubling the effects of the jump. SJ always jumped where she needed to be, albeit early, meaning it was now inevitable that she would meet Satan himself -- only the adorable Supernatural version.
It went away pretty quick. Not the anxiety, the pain. SJ kept bent over the sink, biting her bottom lip out of
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Don't misunderstand, Coca-Cola umbrellas, an asshole yelling into his Bluetooth, not-quite-rundown motels aren't considered "beautiful sights", but the air was crisp, smelled of roasted coffee, and the last streaks of morning pink were still visible in the sky.
The motel didn't have free breakfast (and even if it did, the coffee usually sucks), so when the waiter -- Ted -- passed by, SJ ordered coffee and a chocolate chip waffle with bacon on the side. Two minutes later, coffee arrived. Ironically, world-class coffee critic Susana Jane could hardly stand the taste of the stuff unless it was completely saturated in sugar. Why she even bothered in the first place was beyond everyone.
Ten to fifteen minutes later, the waffle and bacon arrived, and there was much rejoicing within a certain, internal digestive organ.
After another five minutes of trying to anxiously think through the incoming encounter, she spotted him.
The Mark Pellegrino look-a-like had just sat down, all four limbs crossed in a subconscious warding against all uber-friendly......friend-makers. A woman screamed. His legs were propped up mermaid-style on the mesh table and he had the chair balanced on its hind legs and leaning on the fence enclosing them. The waiter tripped, the clanking of plastic cups on cement briefly drowning out the woman's hysterics. Lucifer's mouth was opened in an amused sort of grin, like he was about to laugh or say something, as he watched the scene
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That's when he caught her staring -- eyes flashing in annoyance as he stared right back, adjusting his folded arms on his chest, and raising a superior eyebrow in such a way that SJ couldn't tell if he was making a conscious effort to look intimidating...or what. Just before her inner fan girl started to gush, something in his expression sobered her. It made her feel cold and hot with dread -- she could already feel the invisible pinpricks on her cheeks and back. Most of all, it gave her second thoughts.
Just to make it worse, he crinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue before it slipped back into his mouth, affirming that he had (at least) noticed her. SJ probably would've made a gif of it and called it "cute" on any other occasion. She stared a second more, enough time to romanticize what he was doing and for the "deer in the headlights" look to fade, but not near enough for her inner fan girl self to return. It's safe to say that her sudden calmness confused
When most people hear my full name , “Joann Botani," they automatically assume I'm Italian, but truth is I am actually Middle Eastern. From what I know my dad does have a little Italian in his blood but the name “Botani” actually comes from a city in Turkey. I come from an upper-middle class house hold and I have two younger siblings, a brother and a sister. Being the oldest has its challenges because there is so much expected from me whether it is school, work or social life. I tend to think my younger siblings have it easier because I am the one who pushes the boundaries with my parents and because of that my siblings usually get to do what ever the want because it is not as extreme as what I do. It has always been easy for my younger sister because she is the “princess” of the house but I am my dad’s favorite while my brother is a momma’s boy. My family is very competitive when it comes to school and grades, my little brother and I were always duking it out
On one of the most fear stricken attacks on the United States, we are interviewing
Then he looked up, seeing a disappeared Dejan. He looked around to see he was talking to the girl and her also quite good looking friend.
As many people wouldn’t believe I, Mikayla Ann Lee or Miki, was born up north in Hartford, Connecticut . . . I know the horror! But thankfully my family and I moved down to South Carolina when I was merely two years old. I caught on to the southern ways rather fast besides my quickened voice and unpleasant dislike for sweet tea. Shortly after that we moved to Texas were all you see are trucks, ranches, and open land. This started my love affair with Ford trucks.
To begin, on May 15, 2017 I interviewed Maria Mojica about what it means to be American to her. Also, Maria Mojica, mother of 2, felt the necessity to describe that being American means that you acquire specific rights only accessible in this country. Since her mother, Guillermina Diaz, gave birth to her in Guerrero, Mexico and raised her in Anaheim, California, Maria was aware of the drastic differences between Mexico and America. Furthermore, she captured the idea that her life would ameliorate and that she could become much more successful in America versus Mexico. Although she believes that America is unsatisfactory due to more crime and violence, she declares that America has progressed in the aspect that America has grown economically
“ Gabriel: ‘Oh, yeah… I know it. The devil’s strong. The devil ain’t no pushover. Hellhounds snipping at everybody’s heels. But I
We flew down the bumpy trails with dust in our face. Maria took Rachel and I four-wheeling with some friends. It was two o’clock in the morning and my mom didn't know where we were. Maria Tormanen is my older sister. Maria has a positive influence on me because she is always pushing me out of my comfort zone. She supports me in what i do and she goes after her dreams, I admire that.
I don’t recall if you remember but we met about a year ago. My daughter’s name is Julia Talamo and she is going into 11th grade. She has been here since freshman year and is very happy with the atmosphere of the school. As you already know she has been on the swim team placing at finals states since freshman year and swimming is a big part of her life. However, over the past 8 months we realized that Julia was struggling. The stress of such a wonderful but rigorous academic life was taking slowly taking over her positive and lively attitude. We noticed that she was very anxious all the time. We tried to help her but as a determined girl she is she put on a smile and pulled through with all of her responsibilities. However, during
That threw Montag in for a loop. She could see it in his eyes, the way his brows so suddenly came together. He was hesitant.
In Rome, the inception of Christianity was not embraced with open arms to say the least. This was mainly due to Rome’s emperors feeling threatened by the newly founded religion. “Meetings between Christians were prohibited, and the clergy were persecuted with much vigor. [Christians were] considered to be a danger to the state….”(Shlosser 179) Since the religious practice of Christianity was deemed illegal by officials, the use of symbols was essential when it came to not only signaling a meeting place but also for the continuation of the religion. A fish is an example of one of the various symbols adopted by Christians.
Propaganda is information that may be true or false, used to influence an audience or further an agenda (Merriam-Webster Dictionary). In WWII propaganda posters and illustrations created tension and fears throughout nations, but was useful for victory in war. If your country is going to war will you engage into the propaganda posters and be influenced to support your country against the enemies at war? Propaganda is a successful way to get the public involved during war because it urges the public for a greater effort in war production, instigates hatred for the enemies and support for allies, and persuades information for the sake of protecting a nation.
Jane and I grew up in grade school together. She was in the class ahead of me, but her and I were still friends. My father was into politics and involved himself in whatever he could with Jane's dad. Since our fathers were away quite often, we would spend a lot of time together. Since Jane didn't have a mother, my mother would often include Jane in whatever my sisters and I were doing. We would have great talks together talking about what we wanted to do when we grew up. Even though neither one of us knew what we wanted to do, Jane was someone that always had the biggest heart for helping people. She was always talking about the stories her father told her about President Lincoln, and even though she didn't know how, she knew she wanted to be someone to make change like he did.
Ultimately, Drinking Coffee Elsewhere is a story of regret. At the end of the tale, Dina gives a heartfelt reminiscence of her college days, now long past, and the opportunities she missed and friendships she broke. One person in particular, Heidi, could have been a close and important friend. Instead, Dina’s harsh and unpleasant demeanor severed a deep connection. In fact, Dina’s quick and
Income inequality remains a provocative buzzword in today’s business world. As I pondered and prepared for this week’s written assignment I was reminded of the Occupy Wall Street movement that occurred several years ago. That movement was concerned with economic inequality and wealth distribution within the United States, specifically between the wealthiest 1% of the population versus the other 99%. That wealthiest 1% of course includes many corporate CEOs. It is no secret that a corporation’s executive compensation has traditionally exceeded the compensation of the average worker. This generates questions about whether this difference is ethical and whether or not this is a valid reward distribution system. After my readings and research, I am in support of the current executive compensation model for being both ethical and acting as a valid reward distribution system.
“My brothers…that fatal hunt is up, and harrying our streets today. See him there, that angel of the pestilence, comely as lucifer, shining like Evil’s very self! He is hovering above your roofs with his great spear in his right hand, poised to strike, while his