There sat a young girl with long blonde hair that was soaked from the salty sea water. She was sitting on her baby blue surf board, waiting for the perfect wave to surf on. She looked over to the brown haired girl who happened to be her best friend. She was also catching waves with her. She sent her a wide smile before laying on her stomach and paddling her arms to the wave that she had spotted. When the wave was about to topple over her, she stood up and rode the wave until she fell off the wave.
Decorating for Christma
It was the weekend after Thanksgiving, everybody in the household was decorating the house for Christmas. Now this year was different because mom decided to not only put up a tree, but she decided to put up two trees plus decorations. It was exhausting, putting up this much Christmas stuff. I’m basically drowning in snowmen and pine needles. It has been rough and long. I was getting sick and tired of Christmas before the month of December even started. I looked over to our balcony to see a giant life size singing santa.
“I’m so over Christmas Decorating.”
Unfortunately all happiness of imagination has to come to an end. Every childhood has to end when your eighteenth birthday comes around and it’s time to become an adult. It’s the sad truth about reality. There’s no more playing with toys or watching kids shows. It’s all about taxes and paying bills and getting a job and if you don’t do that. You either go to jail or you become homeless, but either way you’re screwed. You can’t win at life. It’s always throwing you a curveball, and you’re always going to strike out. It’s the game of life.
You know that moment when you’re getting ready to bat and it’s like everything slows down. As the pitcher releases the ball, you take in a breath and swing. Hitting the ball, dropping the bat and running as fast as you can to first base, but you hit it far enough for you to round the base and head to second. You cut it close so the outfielder throws it to the second base man. You hit the dirt and slide into the second base. There’s a three second panic period when you look up to see if you’re out, and you’re not.
4th of July
Who doesn’t like fireworks other than people with PTSD and dogs. They might be loud, but they are very fun to watch. It’s all of the memories and the pretty colors. If you don’t have fun during the July 4, then you have no life. You have to have fun. It’s always fun when you go to a family picnic and your favorite cousin. You start to get more comfortable, so you start making jokes while the fireworks are still going on. Then you start to fall asleep after having a full stomach from all the food.
Man’s Best Friend
Who doesn’t like fireworks other than people with PTSD and dogs. They might be loud. but they are very fun to watch. It’s all of the memories and the pretty colors. If you don’t have fun during the 4th then you have no life. You have to have fun. It’s always fun when you go to a family picnic and your favorite cousin. You start to get more comfortable so you start making jokes while the fireworks are still going on. Then you start to fall asleep after having a full stomach from all the food.
What makes a psychopath a psychopath? Is it something in their brain that makes them want to hurt people? Or is it a trauma that they experienced that caused something to snap in their brains making them want to hurt an animal or even worse and person. We read about serial killers and what they did to kill them but we never stop to ask ourselves why they did it. We never stopped to ask them what kind of trauma they have to do something like that or did they truly do it because they like to hurt people a lot?
What’s the difference between a psychopath and a sociopath? Well a psychopath is a personality disorder which is characterized by antisocial behavior, and they don’t feel empathy or remorse. They also are bold, disinhibited and egotistical. A sociopath also has an antisocial personality disorder, but they suffer with it worse. They have bad attitudes and behaviors, but they also lack a lot of conscience. They both are mental disorders that can harm people badly.
I like buffets, but sometimes the germaphobe inside of me tries to stir away from them. I don’t like thinking about all the other people who touched the food or the sneeze guards that don’t even protect the sneezes from little kids. Their grimmy hands are probably touching all of the food that you can grab with their hands. That’s the only thing that bothers me about buffets and it’s also the reason why I never go to them. They are also cheap, so that’s also the reason why people go to them because it wont make them bankrupt.
Social Media can be hurtful to the mind of teenagers. It gives kids a reason to be mean to others but don’t want to get in trouble or be considered a bully a chance for them to do so. They just do not realize the emotional and mental damage they cause others. It makes them think less about themselves more. It would be fine if we limit the amount of social media that goes on in kid’s lives. Especially if it’s going to hurt them in the long run. That emotional support they will never get back.
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