... like he had seen a ghost. I took a deep breath, and pushed the door. It wouldn't budge an inch. « Help me out», I said, but John kept chewing his nails. God knows why, there was nothing to be scared of. Or was it? I took a step backwards, and then kicked the door. It slowly slid open, and I went inside. «Wow! What a huge mansion we've got here!» John took a peek into the house, but didn't dare go inside. There was a huge hall in the middle of the house, with staircases to my left and right. I went right ahead, towards a glass door in front of me. It wasn't locked, so I carefully turned the knob, and the door opened. Suddenly I felt someone touch my shoulder ...
... our hometown in Anatolia. His name was Harouti Agas. In one of the side streets of Sivas was our house, where I lived with my family. Our house was the best structured on the street. It was a house the right size to fit us all in. The house was built with wood that’s nails that were hung lose but strong enough to hold on for another winter or so. The ceilings were cracked and wet from the rain during winter, which then leaked through into our house. My siblings and I shared a room together. Rebecca slept beside me, and Zareh slept on a separate bed. My parents slept on a king size bed, which they were thankful for. It provided them rest and relaxation aft ...
... spend seven years away from Umuofia. I felt tremendously sorry for Ezeudu's now deceased son, but I felt even more sorry for Okonkwo, who had killed him unintentionally. That night I went over to his compound along with some other friend's, and we tried to calm him down, but it was no use, I had never seen him this upset before. We then helped him pack his yams, and stored them in my barn. I was to sell these yams while Okonkwo served his exile. When we finished, he and his family left for Mbanta, his motherland. As he was leaving, we waved good-bye, but he was too upset to respond. The next day a pack of men, including I went over to Okonkwo's compound. The ...
... stood talking. As we were talking, I felt sorry for having alienated him. As we departed we, promised we would get together over the summer. I called him once or twice, but we were unable to get together. When I entered grade ten, I found I was making more new friends, forgetting about Fred. Later I had found Fred had buried himself with crime, getting into a lot of trouble. One day I saw Fred sitting on a bench by himself. I approached him with an uneasy walk..... " Fred..," I said. " Colin!" he exclaimed. We talked for about half an hour, forgetting I had to be in class. After I talked to him I felt a sigh of relief. I have not spoken to Fred since that ...
... knowing she had survived all those un-natural holes, courtesy of In the Flesh . Tiffany was giggling nervously looking around the store . The pierced girl gave us a paper we needed to fill out, we gave them to Tiffany's mom to sign on the line stating that we had authorization from an adult .The girl showed us all the body jewelry we could choose from to pierce our navels with. There were all colors of small rings with little colored beads connecting them . There was baby blue, teal green , royal purple, sterling silver, gold, and then I saw it - a perfect 12 gauge lime green loop with a smoky colored bead. Tiffany found a purple one that she had to have hanging ...
... been so mad. But, well, if she had been any more fake, I'm sure she would have turned into plastic or something! Anyway, I got up, brushed off my legs, and with a little "hmph" I walked off. I sat down by the water and fantasized about how wonderful it would be if it were me with him. Soon though, in thinking that, my anguish turned into anger, and my anger into hatred. Hatred for that mean girl who had what belonged to me! I wanted to go up to her and hit her across the face and I wanted to show her who was the boss. I wanted to show her what happens to people who are rude to me. In my thoughts, I saw them both running up to the water, hand in hand, laugh ...
... people running them, it infringes on teenage lives, and some aspects of most jobs are disgusting. Bosses are probably the most difficult part of being employed to me. At the grocery store that I worked at for a short period of time, I remember being constantly pulled aside and being told that I wasn’t bagging the groceries properly. The strange part was that when my boss would tell me these things he would always take me to isle seven to yell and scream at me. Why couldn’t he take me into his office where it would be private? Instead he would make a big scene in front of all the old women shopping for those lovely canned foods and completely embarrass m ...
... fat and heavy. They walked to and fro and occasionally one would climb up the tree truck. The biggest attraction, however, seemed to center around the monkeys’ cage. The monkeys were continuously jumping and swinging about in their large cage. They looked very alert and stared back at the people. Some of them clung to the iron bars, waiting for someone to hand them a banana or some peanuts. We left the monkeys’ cage and went to see the elephants. They were wandering loose in an open area, which was surrounded by large deep trenches. Bordering the trenches was a heavy iron fence. The elephants had rough and mildewed-looking skin. Their long and flexi ...
... in their high school English classes someday. To me, he will always be Nick…or Funkula. Over a bottle of port, we created tunes until the shadows outside became trees and houses once again. Inspiration for a new song was never more than a glance to the sky away for Nick. He savored his forte- clever, witty social and spiritual observations. On this particular night, however, we rewrote the words to an old 80’s song that could not have been that good because none of us could remember the words, title, or artist who performed it. We knew the tune however, and the green light reaching down from overhead was enough to lead us through an improvisation that w ...
... of the wind blowing through the towering trees and the birds chirping happily with one another all came to a sudden halt as I opened the door. The children ran around, screamed, and threw things as if they were unaware of the peacefulness that lay outside. I made my way closer to the children. There appeared to be hundreds of little kids looking up at me with me with mixed expressions, only pausing for a moment, before continuing to make a noise. It was a large room with a kitchen to the left and it had toys scattered all over the floor. A door led outside to the playground and Mrs. Smith the teacher sat at her desk keeping a watchful eye on the chil ...
