... raced through his mind he felt alone and a cold shiver was sent through his body. He was no afraid and cold in the hot summer air. He knew consciously and logically that he was not alone. For his mother and grandmother sat next to him in the minivan and would do whatever they could to help him. But yet he realized something had changed. They were there but would some be gone and that he must draw strength, self-confidence, and a sense of security from within himself and not rely on the people around him to fulfill these feelings because they could not provide this for him. He must venture into the unknown, alone and could only receive a limited type of securit ...
... turned around and there I saw under a magnet, on the refrigerator, the summer reading list! I wanted to start reading as soon as possible. Although I wanted to see how many books I could read that were on the summer reading list but would not have to go to the library to get a hold of. My mother is a big book reader so I checked her collection and I found one. "The Terminal Man" By: Michael Crichton. To my surprise I actually enjoyed reading this book. I don't like reading that much, I rather watch a movie. This book however was different. It was really suspenseful and hard to put down. I know my story sounds really convincing but I will prove to yo ...
... twenty-four miles an hour.”. “Why doesn’t this registration have your name on it?”, the officer questions suspiciously. Thinking quickly john replies “My cousin owed me some money so he gave me the car and I haven’t had time to change the registration yet.”. Doubting the truth of Johns answer the officer asks, “Then why is the car reported stolen?”. John refuses to acknowledge the officer. Sensing trouble the officer demands, “Turn off your engine, step out of the car and put your hands behind your head, NOW!”. John shouts “No way pig!”. “I’m never going back to prison!”. Throwing the NSX into gear and hitting the accelerator he lea ...
... soon.” He thought to run away one night and run to freedom. I got worried. I knew that if we got caught, that the white people would punish us. I never learned to read or write. My dad said that if the white people knew I could read and write that they would end up selling you. And I didn’t want that. I never had known my mother. Father said that she died in the course of having me. I felt sad because I felt it was my fault she died. Father said it was nobody’s fault and that he’s very happy I was born. And that he’s happy I am his daughter. Dad said she was beautiful and kind. He has no pictures of her because he was never allowed to have a ca ...
... anything. Through time though, he discovers that he is capable of doing many things by himself and more importantly that he is an individual. When he is in the tunnel, he discovers a light. This provides him with the confidence that he is able to do things. Other experiences, such as falling in love with Liberty and seeing his reflection in the pond also help him to believe in himself as a strong individual. Equality later realizes that he has commited sins as he was growing up. He thinks by showing his invention to the House of Scholars that he would be forgiven for his wrongdoings. He hopes to show his invention to society and find a way into the House of the Sch ...
... is that when I know I could have done a better job, I have a sort of guilty feeling. I hate it when I get a mediocre mark or fail in something and my parents say "as long as you tried your hardest." It gets quite annoying when I second guess myself about what I could have done. However, when I know I did the work as well as I could and it isn't a good mark, I don't worry about it as much as some people might. In conclusion, the piece of advice that I receive most often from my parents is basically a good one, and often it keeps me motivated in the things I do. It also shows me that my parents will support most of my decisions and treat me like a responsible p ...
... The train stopped again and almost every body hurried out. “Why are you in the train and where's your m other?” Lucinda asked. “My mother said that I was old enough to take care of my self. So my mother sat me on the train and said that if there came any of the cruel men I should hurry out, and I don't believe in Santa. But if you do he properly heard you lien, I'm 7” Jason said “Would you like to buy some christmaspresents with me?” Lucinda asked. “I don't know -maybe some of the shopasistents will recognise me, and I'm really not supposed to go with strangers” Jason said. “Well, only you can decide if I'm a stranger” Lucinda said very temp ...
... some earlier purchases of hardcore mixtapes: Ron D. Core and DJ Dan. He also had leftover blowpops that he had been passing around, and a handful of flyers he had received. He carried his driver's license, now useless since he was lacking a vehicle. He carried a set of keys, with a car alarm remote. What company was he covered by? He would have to call them later. He had nothing to alleviate his current difficulty. He had some money, but not enough for a cab ride back to San Diego at 5am. He was sure that cabbies didn't take pez as currency. He felt ill-equip, and mortified that his car alarm hadn't stopped the theft. He carried the guilt of sneaking aw ...
... the same as an animal would. He continued to ravage the victim until little remained but bones. The hunger was satisfied for the moment. He would again be hungry, and to satisfy his hunger he would have to rummage for more comestibles. He searches and explores the depths of the city of Transylvania until he spots a beautiful woman in her late twenties. He knows this woman, but of course his untamed edacity overpowers his will to spare her. He advances toward her and prepares himself for the assault. In a matter of seconds he is on top of her lashing at her stomach, unleashing a torrent of fearsome strength. With an uncontrollable rage, he fastens his incisor ...
... cushioned seat. I clap my hands along with the other fans, and my hands feel greasy after just eating a hot piece of pizza. My mouth still has the pasty, saucy taste of the slice in my mouth. I look down towards the court where the players have now started shooting baskets. Their brightly colored uniforms stand out in the glare of the spotlights above. The court has a waxy look, like it was just swept, and the glass backboards, have a shine as bright as a new car. The band starts playing a song and the crowd swings their arms back and forth through the air. The mass of people moving looks like a field of wheat blowing in a spring breeze. A lady rubs up ...
