Essay

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.

After a long day of school and procrastination, it's around 5 when I finally gain the energy to go practice my 360s on my snowboard.

Living on a farm with five other brothers and sisters will leave you with many scars. My dad has told me many stories of times when he and his brothers did something and it ended with leaving marks and scars all over them.

Most people have multiple scars. On the other hand I only have one scar. 

To me, women are the calm before the storm, the moment of peace before the whirlwind hits; a silence; a clash of sound and then, a celebration.

The room starts at the back corner of the couches and ends at the T.V and dining room table. In the back right corner, there is a security camera.

In the song “Alright” by Darius Rucker is a song about being happy for the things that you have and not taking them for granted.