Crayon Color

If I were a crayon color, I would have to choose to be the color pink. First, pink is my favorite colors. Not just a light pink, but a vibrant and hot pink. I think this color of pink just explains my personality and attitude towards a lot of things. I am a positive and bright thinker and never let anything get in my way. I would also be this color pink because I feel that when people look at me, they don't see me as a dull color or just any ole color of crayon in the box. Especially my best of friends would say I'm a bit of a colorful and crazy kind of person just like this color pink. I'm one of the nicest people when you first meet me and never say much. But once you get to know me and start talking to me more, I am very out there and wild kind of girl. Just like the crayon. First, its just color in itself, but after you color on paper or start writing with it, it becomes a completely new structure and puts itself out there for everyone to see and doesn't hold anything back.

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I think that writing is about subject and content just as much as skill. Yeah you have to have some knowledge and skill to be able to write, but the writing is a lot about the content in the paper. Writing content makes the paper what it is and and the skill is just how well the content is in the paper all together. Writing can be just to learn about a certain subject or for an assessment such as a research paper or for a class like science or history. It really matters about what content that you put into your paper and how "skilled" the content of the paper is. I personally think that a paper/writing is personal and fits to you and how you write and your writing style. The website "buy an essay" is a very helpful website if you just have extra money to throw around and are really really desperate for an essay by like the next day. You are responsible for what your paper turns to be and who writes it. I would be afraid of getting caught by someone for plagiarism because there isn't a for sure way to know that just you got that one paper/essay.

Little black shoe

My little girls name was Bella. Sometimes we would even call her Ella for a change. Switch it up ya know. She was always the happiest of girls and was very well behaved for being 2 years old. We would always run around side and play with her. She loved her nap time and always slept at night so well. Little Bella loved going to church on every Sunday. I think it was the getting dressed part that she loved the most. I had the cutest of dresses for little Miss Bella. She especually liked these little black shoes that she would where with every outfit. No matter what color, what pattern, how cold it was, whatever; she would be seen wearing these little shoes. They were a gift from her grandparents for Christmas this past year. They are white and black striped on the inside and black shiny on the outside. They had a strap that went over the top of her foot and a big bow that was placed on the tip of the shoe. Ella wore the cutest dress to church on Easter Sunday and of course her black little shoes. Her dress was picked out by her father and I at the mall a few days before. We had picked out a pastel colored dress with frilly flowers on the top and the bottom. Thankfully her black shoes matched PERFECT with the little dress for Bella. On Easter Sunday we all headed out to church at NorthPoint. We dropped our little girl off at the nursery so we could go to church service. After service, we went back to pick her up at the nursery where she always has fun seeing her babysitters and little friends she had made. With that big smile on her face as we walked up to get her she ran up and grabbed my leg and I picked her up. We left to go eat lunch after church and got to the restrauant and realized one shoe was missing.. I didnt know what to do cause she was on the verge of crying because those were her favorite shoes ever. After shedding a few tears we got little bella to calm down. Being the nice parents my and my husband are, we went out to the mall where grandparents got her shoes and got her a brand new pair for our precious daughter to wear.

Dictionary of Words

It was summer time. All of the flowers were blooming, and the birds were chirping while the temperature just hit an all time high. It was honestly hard to believe that Christmas was already on its way in a few months. My sister and I had just got out of school for the year and had a trip down to Florida planned. 2 weeks later, we flew down to the wonderful sunshine state and stayed on a beautiful resort on the beach.  We could live on the ocean if we got to choose. The language and accents down here in Destin was a lot different than good ole Springfield, MO. When folks down here talk to you, they always have to say, "Ya'll" instead of you all.  Doesnt bother me, but it sure is a lot different to hear all of the time. After laying out by the colorful beach all day, we went back to our resort. With that feeling of bubbles still between our toes, we showered and got ready for the nightly adventures that we were about to begin. Shelby my sister and I went out to eat a nice pizza dinner together. I kept having to tell her to stop because she always tends to get crazier than a petcoon. Indubablly, we weren't sure what our activities consisted of, we just walked around and did the first thing that we saw. She would always tell me, "Come on sis" when I was unsure about her decisions on what to do. I was always a fungo type of person who liked to do things on my own and she was always the opposite. Every time I told her that she was wrong she will respond, "bet" because she thinks she knows everything. Being the nice older sister I am, I will respond, "Alright" to make her happy. Our first stop was a whimsical little beach house right next to a diesel gas station. There were always fun parties on the beach when we went down there so we always made sure to check them all out. This beach house was at a little house up on stilts that was the color of stick butter. So tiny that you could hear the backglass in the bathrooms. After meeting new people in the house and playing a few games, Shelby and I decided we should leave and start heading back to the resort. The simplicity of the city was just a bunch of wonderlust of joy. When we left, we decided to go down to the beach and walk along the ocean front. The water being so clear it looked like a live aquascape. Our bound back to our rooms was longer than we expected. We both needed to get some sleep from our busy funfilled day. We were both feeling a little knackered out. With the feeling of being a little wonky, we wondered our way back to our room.