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! .

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.

Another Six Weeks on the Inside. Where else can you find a blog that will only exist for six weeks other than Mrs.