Birthed in the Kitchen_5th Grade_Ferna The Genet_Umikame
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Birthed in the Kitchen
The first time Obi heard Ken discuss business outside office was when Ken told him to quit working at the consulting firm, and take up cooking as a business, create an extension of his wife’s bar, rebrand it, and generate more revenue. After having a taste of the savoury meals Obi prepared, he stood, following Obi like the way egrets followed a cattle, and trying to make him see reasons to venture into cooking. Obi knew him well, and could tell when he was serious or not. And this time, he was serious, trying to find the centre of my eyeball – in such a manner like he did when he offered profe...
5th Grade
Authors note: (plz read) this is something very personal I so I decided to share it to show you the life is not always perfect. I want to show that even lives that look so amazing on the internet, my be the ones who’ve been bullied there whole lives. Now without fur ado, let’s start.fifth grade, first day,I went into class and my teacher looked at me. “Julia” she said. “Will you please tell us a little about yourself?” “O-of course” I grinned. “M-my name is Julia and I’m 11 years old. I love animals and I have 4 brothers.” “Four?!” She exclaimed. “Y-yeah..” I was SUPER nervous. What should the...
Ferna The Genet
I had lived in Nebraska my whole life; it was my home. The beautiwww.onedoor.ccful town of Chadron, I remember the landscapes even now. My parents were lovers of animals, always even when they were kids. They had been childhood friends; as soon as they could date, they did.They had been each other's one, and only, they never needed anyone else. When I was little, I thought that would happen to me one day, I would find my one and only. But I was a lonely kid, regularly dressed in a dark red hoodie and always sat in the back of the class.I was too shy to introduce myself to other kids my age; they seemed so i...
Umikame
I first met Mr Sugiyama as he was hosing down his turtles in the driveway. Having come to expect the extraordinary from Japan, it took me a moment to register how odd the sight was. Two turtles flailed their flippers languidly on the hot concrete, each a little larger than my hands cupped together. An older Japanese man in suit trousers, white shirt rolled to his elbows and yellow crocs stood over them. In his hand a long, orange garden hose gushed water over the flapping reptiles. He smiled when he saw me staring, eyes glittering with amusement.“They like the sun, but it’s too hot,” he said ...