You Can Always Count on Friends_The drama and friendships of high school life_AFTER SO LONG_The Farm
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You Can Always Count on Friends
My name is Jade Jackson. I am twenty-five years old and I have long black hair and purple eyes. I walked down the street in my new rainbow tie-dye T-shirt, black pants, and dark red Nikes. I walked to the park enjoying the nice fresh 60-degree weather. I heard a voice say “Mind if I join you?” I jumped a mile. “Sure,” I said and she smiled. “Hi, sorry I scared you.” “Hello! It’s really okay, I know you didn’t mean to.” I replied. “Okay! Well anyway, my name is Laura Delany.” “My name is Jade Jackson, also you have a really nice name, Laura.” “Thanks, you too! What’s your job?” She sat down...
The drama and friendships of high school life
The Drama And Friendships Of High School Life:Hi my name is Maddy Datner and my parents moved back to small-town Edgewater, Indiana, were they grew up and took me with them when I was 2 year old and I instantly became best friends with Cole Reed. We have been best friends since what feels like forever until high school we attend is the first day of high school at Charles Adams High. Cole is subjected to a prank by a fellow student, revealing his briefs and earning him the nickname "Tighty". I did nothing. After that we didn't talk at all. I went to school with a different hairstyle everyday. T...
AFTER SO LONG
After all the requesting and analysis, it was finalized. We were going on a trip. OH MY GOD! We haven't been on a family trip since forever; not any that I remember; we may have when I was like 2-3、 It doesn't matter; I was going on a trip with my parents. I was super-super excited. I had never felt so good in my entire life; my father is always busy with office work; he could never join mum and me for any trip but, he got an off; isn't that AMAZING. Also, we decided that to make it more adventurous and fun, we will take the car. Life just keeps getting better and better. We had to leave at 5 ...
The Farmhouse (a.k.a Bed and Breakfast)
Every summer, my cousins and I would head down to a small farm, in the middle of nowhere Missouri. The farm used to belong to our family before we were even born, and some of it still does; except that most of it was sold and turned into a bed and breakfast. The bed and breakfast was built on our farm with three houses generously spread apart. They were placed on a hill sloping down to a shallow creek that was wide enough for wading in, and cooling off from the blistering heat. The house closest to the creek, and at the bottom of the hill, was the place that my mother grew up in. It was a tra...