.... my eyes and saw the sun glaring down at me. I looked around seeing enjoyment on everyone’s faces and hearing laughs from all directions. Four people were standing underneath the canopy trying to escape from the sizzling cement, eating watermelon, and having a “spitting for distance” contest. Two people were sun bathing in lawn chairs. The others were in and out of the pool showing off. The shimmering blue water reflected the sun like a mirror. When I looked away all I could see were color spots from the light. I could hear the crack and spring of the diving board as someone did a belly flop. The sound .....

.... diamond. The rare and distinct fragrance enticed us. It smelled like mother-nature herself, with aromas ranging from wildlife and wet grass, to evaporated swamp water and healthy dirt. Then, the time for us to find the desired vessel arrived. We chose the kayaks, and set out for the water. Carefully, with our torn-jeans rolled up, and shirts off, we dragged the massive thing over the slope of grass and mud into the shallow stream. We then hopped aboard, grabbed the paddles, and floated and splashed into nowhere. The wavy current sucked us downstream, .....

.... to take away some of my freedom. I didn’t understand that he was trying to protect me from the many dangers of driving in bad weather. Then one day there came an especially bad morning. It had been very foggy the previous night, and by the morning the fog had greatly thickened. Before leaving for work my dad reminded me to ask my mom to take me to school. I thought, “I’ve been driving for a few months, I can handle it.” So I proceeded to drive to school. The fog was so thick that I could not see more than a few feet ahead of me. Out of no where I saw a little do .....

.... did look upon these happenings with slavering jowls, and dripping snout. How did resolve to blow down these lodgings and gobble the inhabitants on the morrow. And on that morn, he blew upon the hut of straw, and he did gobble the pig into quivering chunks. Then he went to the house that beheld the second pig, And he did blow it down, and he did devour the pigeon inside. When he got to the third house, the Great Pig Snortimer was awaiting him. This was the last and oldest pig, and he did wield a great Claymore sword. With one chop the pig did lop off the head o .....

.... due to the previous events I was involved in. It was a three lane highway and I was driving on the left lane, my exit was few minutes away and I knew that if I didn’t switch lanes rapidly I would have to drive two to three more miles on a very slow moving traffic. I decide to begin switching lanes, I successfully transferred from the left lane to the middle lane even though there was hardly any space between cars. I turned my turning signal on and slowly began to switch to the right lane. The car next to me didn’t give a chance to switch so I moved back .....

.... during my high school career I was a representative of my high school as a member of the Varsity Basketball and Varsity Soccer teams. Athletic and Academic Awards, Extra Curricular Activities, Community Involvement, and Leadership positions all play an important role in my life. The following titles are accredited to me: Varsity Basketball player, Varsity Soccer player, Habitat for Humanity Volunteer), Kohl's Department Store(Volunteer), DECA Club Member, State DECA Club Member, National DECA Club Member, Former Girl Scouts Member, Urban Minority Drug and Alc .....

.... I called Mr. Machiano and asked him to meet me at the palazzo. As I approached the body I began to feel a little queasy from last night's dinner but luckily I brought some herbal tea to help soothe my stomach. Anyway, I began to search the ground around the body hoping to find some clues. I noticed a gold bracelet on the ground near the body, and it read Montrsor. I decided to do a little more research on this man. I went to the station and asked the secretary to show me the file on any person missing for more than 20 years. The list only had about five pe .....

.... Munching on these tasty candies gives me a visual. I feel as though I am picking the actual fruit off of the tree it is on and taking a massive bite out of it. I experience a totally different sensation when I suck on a sour coated candy. Warheads are one of my favorites. Eating one of these potent pellets is a tortuous thing to do to myself, but I love the risk. My face cringes up and my eyes’ are squinted shut until I get every last tart coating off. Sour Patch Kids are also a trip. These little children like squishy candies I can chew ,but the bitter .....