Essays on My Life Page 7

Barstow, CA 5:20 a. m. The first rays of sunshine blind my view. I feel my heartbeat strong in my chest and my breath hot as fire. The smell of fresh gravel makes my nose itch in conjunction with the sweat dripping off my forehead. The earphones hurt my ears a little and the loud…

Good communications in our life is a necessity, however we lack of it almost everyday. Sometimes we don’t even notice, when we speak in a certain tone, what kind of body language we use, and that starts an argument. Soon we get carried away and start ignoring the other person, and think that they’re wrong,…

  I realised then that the rumors were true, the Strangers were presenting a Pageant for the Queen. The echoing of jeers and hissing swarmed around and I felt my face burn red with anger. As I turned to leave, beckoning Margaret to follow I felt a small, soft hand slip into mine. As I…