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I came out of the black SUV looking like a prince, wearing a crisp, golden, silk kurta with a white hat and a silk scarf. Immediately, I was thrown off to to side of the marble building like a tennis ball before knowing that it was actually two photographers who had pulled me out of the car like I was a celebrity. But, at the time, I actually was one!

It all started when I came back from football practice and was watching T.V. I was 10 at the time, and I stumbled upon a channel where these women modeled these remarkable masterpieces. It peaked my interest in creating similar fashion pieces. I scurried to my room and began drawing. Subsequently, I dashed to show my parents what I created. I expected them to be proud and supportive of me, like they always do, but this time their faces turned from smiles to complete confusion. They gasped and scolded at me. I never understood why they they were so mad. Why would my number one supporters turn against me?

The sounds of the city at night mix with the laughter of my friends. Taxis honking, subways rushing under your feet, and buses rumbling, all carrying their cargo of dead-tired, empty-minded passengers, following the daily routine until they reach their doorstep. For once, I 'm not one of them, not riding my train after a long day at school, brain set to automatic. Today, I am wide awake, soaring a thousand miles high.

I saw him walk into the kitchen and whispered my name, "Isabelle." The way he said my name made me almost put my gun down and hug him, and let him take me like he did months ago.

Me: "The pleasure is all mine. It's been a while since our last appointment. How are you feeling?"

A couple days were going by and I was still doing the usual balancing school and work. I had a feeling that it would help me be a better time manager in the future so I was glad to do it. I went up to his house when I was all done and ready to finish up my assignment for the class. I was starting to know him better and wanted to learn more about him and what he has

handsome and he smelt so good…...and the food he made was delicious. His voice was so deep and when he asked me I just happen to say YES. My two sisters were always jealous of me marrying him. One day when my husband told me to clean the room i said no and i regret saying that one word. He picked me up and through me into the floor and he told me

While the others were doing their own thing we made our way to the little bed on the floor next to the actual bed. It was made of a pile of blankets and a few pillows. We started making out a little, I remember his hand disappeared under that blanket. I didn’t feel comfortable, “Oh my gosh! I am sooo hungry! Let’s get food,” I knew his girlfriend wouldn’t be too happy about this.

"Calm down, they haven't done anything yet." I told him and he sat down, still anxious.

When we pulled into my drive way, I unbuckled my seatbelt, looking anywhere but him. As I reached for the door he grabbed my hand and said, “I think it’s okay for us to

"How come you never smile" I asked skipping behind him "are you some type of sociopath?"

“Yeah go ahead and run Trinity!!! Run like you always do!” My mom slurred sloppily from the front porch. I sprinted toward South Mission Beach. As I ran further, I heard the screen door close with a loud clannnnng…my mom still yelling drunken nonsense in the distance. That was

Tomorrow was the day. Finally I’m able to to see the finished fun room and my physical therapist doesn't have to walk around with me any more.

I got off work and headed for the diner. It was as if instinct told me that it was the right thing to do. I looked at my watch. It read 9:10. I wasn’t even sure if he would still be there. He was though, he looked at me and said one word that made my heart melt,

Mom showed up two hours later and, after watching me wince in pain for two more hours, decided that, even though Dr. Rodermund told me to hold off coming in for awhile, it was time. She called the doctor back to tell them we were coming in, woke my husband, and drove us to Dr. Rodermund's office.