Cookie crumbles_Loves at first sight_My day volunteering_The Reputable Lie
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Cookie crumbles
Cookie crumbles 1,675 wordsI wake to a hot morning—the kind we always get in July in East Texas—slip on my red and white gingham shorts, and head into the kitchen where my mother is making scrambled eggs, grits, and toast. The phone rings. It’s Granddad. My mother goes silent.“I’ll be right over,” my mother says, “and I’ll bring Diana with me. She’ll cheer her up.”My mother grabs my wrist and we run all the way to my grandparents’ white clapboard house three blocks away. The screen door bangs behind us in our hurry. Granny lies on her stomach in her four-poster bed and moans. The bedroom smel...
Loves at first sight
I yawn as I saunter out of my house ready to tackle the day. I walk towards the bus stop and wait for my bus as I give a once over in what I have with me. I have a strenuous job as a theatre manager. Plays are a big thing in “Once Upon A Land”. The prince and princesses that reigns the countries are usually the idols the plays are based on. Their love stories are something. I don’t get it. I don’t get those butterflies ewww.onedoor.ccrupting in the stomach moments, the time stopping moments, everything being a blur except for the person standing in front of you moments. I am the type of person who doesn’t b...
My day volunteering
The wind howled through the quiet hall of the school as the setting sun reflected light from below. The scent of metal billowed throughout the foyer as I dragged some wet garbage across the slippery floor and threw it into the trash can. My name is Aleko Reyes. I’m 13 years old and I repainted the school. Though it was hard to get enough paint all on my own since everyone else was too lazy to help me, I managed to succeed all on my own! I gathered enough paint to completely coat the walls in my favourite colour. Red. You’d think that a boy as young as me would have had trouble painting an en...
The Reputable Lie
There are always a million little steps that place us where we are. There are always moments, crossroads, where we have to choose. She knew her own choices led her here and every one of them was made for her survival. Still, she wondered, if she had chosen differently, just one different decision, would she be here, standing before him, wondering how it all came down to this moment?He stared down at her, surveying her as he would an injured puppy. His face was easy to read - pity, inconvenience, annoyance - no sign of love. There was never any sign of love. Still, she spoke. Her voice hoarse, ...