Essay

I'm stuck in the same place. Not going anywhere. Just doing the same things everyday. Waking up, going to school, coming home, doing homework, having a night with the family, and then going to bed. Day after day the same things.

Another detention slip, this was Tony's third one this week. Tony never used to get detention; he was always a good kid. He went to class and did what he was told. Now he would skip class and mouth off to the teachers.

If I had one more week to live I would spend it with all my family. But I would want to travel or go on at least one trip somewhere with my family. 

I would want to spend a lot of time with my grandma. 

    Walking around aimlessly, my shoulders began to ache after only a few minutes. With every breath, the release of air from the tank could be heard from several feet away.

Rebecca had always been a good girl. She was always nice to everyone and had good manners. Everyone thought she was an angel child. However, she was far from perfect. She had many secrets of her own.

Sometimes, you have a secret that you don’t want anyone to know. You want to hide it from the world, no matter who it is. From your family, and your friends, nobody can know about it.

It's 9:27 P.M. I'm sitting alone, in my bed, and my head is racing. 

Today trouble seemed to seep through Jeramiah’s day like water through a sponge.

The day started out just like any other. It was Friday September 25th 2020.

Blue, blue is many things. It can be happiness. It can be sadness. It can be anything in between. The color blue brings back memories of the night sky, but it also brings back sad feelings from the rainy days spent alone.

She had the perfect view of the stage from where she was sitting in the audience. Watching them twirl around in circles mimicking their moves in her mind, one leap to the left another to the right.