A Reader, Not a Writer. com site is forced upon me by my writing teacher. The lights spin around and around. The waves of sound echo around the stadium. People all over cheer and jump. Bobbing heads fill the room. Suddenly a shot overpowers all the other noises and the music halts. Falling and falling until it hits the stage. This is the fourth time this week. Jarvis slammed his hand down on the table. Come on people! How do you not have any leads on this! .

Home of the 5000 Words Writing and Literature Class. Fall 2014, The Hiding Place. Winter 2013, The Red Badge of Courage. 5000 Words Student and Parent Reviews. By Abby, Grade 9. By Caitlyn, Grade 8. By Phillip, 11th Grade.

Shhhh Hissed Terrence in a low tone. Ryan shifted his weight onto his left knee, then nodded back at Terrence. Terrence stood up and threw a metal object into the window of the dark, portentous warehouse. A few seconds later, grey smoke came pouring out of the window. Terrence pulled his do-rag up and tied it tight, pulled his hood up and pulled the strings tight, and easily jumped in.

Ummmmmmmm, what should I name it? October 6, 2015. I need a username? If corn has ears, then so should you! It is better to listen than speak to convince others. I need a username? You need to stop before we take drastic actions! I am putting up a petition to.

Blogger by Force, Not by Choice. The ramblings of a high school student. A day to remember, not to celebrate. She looks at his picture and cries. You invite all your friends to your cookout. She sits on his grave and tells her kids all about their daddy.

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Where else can you find me. Adventures of the time lady. St Patrick and the beginnings of Christianity in Ireland.

Coach Wilburn worked the Kinston High School track team hard. It was a hot day for spring, and the team was sweaty and tired from running. You smell like a pack of seventh grade boys! April 29, 2015.

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I am a dawg that blogs. Can you come down here for a second? 8221; She says, trying to stifle the playful tone with something a little more harsh. She glances at me, standing in the kitchen, gives a little wink; then looks back up to watch Missy trot down the stairs in her cute little fashion. Tonight is a happy night! Time in a Highschool.