The Redhead We had been on the basketball court for nearly forty-five minutes. There was Allie (my friend), me, and another group of ( extremely annoying ) teenagers that contained two males and one overly dramatic female. One of the bothersome guys tried to impress his female friend by hitting the ball hard … Continue reading The Redhead a memoir by Arianna B.
Who’s the man in the van? We ran and ran. My bike by my side, and my phone in my pocket. Not stopping, even though my legs hurt so much that I could barely feel them. They felt like fire. I could feel the cool breeze but couldn’t hear a thing. I looked behind me … Continue reading Jack G., Memoir
The Flame The ball headed for the fireplace. The peril on TJ’s face was building. He ran to get his shoes. “Oh my gosh,” TJ murmured. Jack quickly retrieved his shoes as well. The sphere was hurling towards its target in slow motion. I waited to see what would happen. My parents were … Continue reading The Flame: By Max B.
The Wrong Turn The fog has creeped upon us. Driving in silence, the car moving very slowly, I could feel something awful coming closer. I could feel it. Something massive was perked 20 feet from us. My brother, Grant, took out his glasses to see further in the fog. Dad’s smile faded. (What was it … Continue reading Mitchell: Memoir – The Wrong Turn
( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°) My mom came into the room. I was watching TV and was barely paying any attention to her presence. “Where’s George?” she asks. “I thought he was with you!” I start thinking “Is she joking? He was with her a couple of minutes … Continue reading Danylo’s Memoir “George, the boy who ran away”
Birch Kellogg Mr.Jockers Per.2/ILA 2/10/17 Diamonds Curiosity I was just sitting there in the family room when my mom came in. “Birch, where’s the cat.” “He is probably outside.” I didn’t think anything of it. After awhile I started getting worried. I imagined not finding him or finding him dead. So I went looking … Continue reading Diamonds Curiosity
I have never seen Connor cry before, and seeing it now really makes me wonder why I always thought he hated me. I always saw him as an annoying older brother, but I was clearly wrong. – – – I was 6 or 7 years old at a church school picnic with my … Continue reading Memoir: The Church Party