Essay

One of the best days of my life was going to see the Eiffel Tower. I was in France with my aunt and uncle visiting my uncle’s family. I had been there for about a week and a half. For the first week we spent it in my uncle’s home town of Normandy.

Honestly I don't think I could pick just one day. But if I had to it would be any day with my three best friends. Maybe one of the days we went to the movies. Or maybe the day we jumped in a lake at night in the middle of winter.

California Christmas Tree

(This is a story about a girl who got saved by this mystical thing.) It is another day of just sitting in front of a computer all day, just to listen to my teachers talk about useless stuff and then have them assign so much hard work to do.

His tousled hair and dripping clothes made him look like some middle-aged man who let his drinking problem go too far, which was absolutely true, but why would  he want someone to view him as that, true or not.

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.