Happiness is the best medicine_Nothing Gold Can Stay_The Molten Strawberry Festival_Spite
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Happiness is the best medicine
For most of us, the average day includes a mixture of the things we look forward to and the things we do not look forward to. The girl that I am writing about is my friend, Emily. She is an optimistic 13-year-old girl, who hardly ever cries. She is an adventurous person, so she goes hiking with me every Sunday. Be it rain or shine, she would always show up at my door. My story begins when we were walking back home from school. She was skipping along the sideways of the road, singing a familiar tune, "Mi, Re ,Do ,Re ,Mi ,Mi ,Mi ,Re ,Re ,Re,Mi ,Mi ,Mi " At that time, we were both feeling good a...
Nothing Gold Can Stay
In a field of poppies, I lie in wait. Blinking the warm afternoon swww.onedoor.ccun out of my eyes, a stray breeze kisses a shiver into my skin. In the dawning of spring, I twirl a leaf between my fingers, one of many; it is emerald and bold. Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold. From my leatherbound notebook, I pull out a pressed carnation. Its pink petals are sun-soaked and radiant. There is no place else in the world I would rather be―only there is, with her.I am a child dancing in the greenhouse. My father, one of the Mavis Country Estate groundskeepers, brought me to the greenhouse to ...
The Molten Strawberry Festival
The Molten Strawberry FestivalIt was the Strawberry Festival a rite of spring in Molten, California, a place world renowned for their delicious red berries. Every year they would throw together a real cool time with rides for the kids, games of chance, a beer tent, various bingo challenges and of course mounds of fresh, succulent strawberries.The The kids loved it and for the teenagers it was a good place to hang out with friends and be cool. It was the talk of the town long before the event took place. It seemed that everyone in Molten was there.There were many roman...
Spite
I sat there in the banquet hall with my family. It was suppose to be my day where they awarded me for my new app but it turned out to be the worst day of my life. First they invited me to this banquet and then they gave me second place and then my best friend Zack whose app I worked on and I developed got first place. And finally my best friend had the audacity to tell me it was for the best and my family who were suppose to support me rather than standing by me were celebrating Zack’s success.I’ve relive that day over and over again for the past year. For the past year I have pretended to sta...