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I graduated high school back in 1994. I was engaged to be married in just two years, and even though I joined the Pennsylvania Air National Guard right after graduation it was only one weekend a month and two weeks out of the year. So I needed a full-time job. A friend of the family knew a guy who was opening a second store, and was going to need a store manager. I took the job and got started. What I didn’t know was the guy I was just hired to work for was a little confused as to what he wanted. I hung onto the job for a little over a year hoping it would turn around but, no dice.

On 04/14/2016 at 2315 hours your Affiant was dispatched to 109 E. Center St. Apartment Upper for an overdose. Upon arriving on scene EMS was tending to the overdose patient. Your Affiant spoke with a female in the apartment who identified herself as Tiara Pleva while Stamets spoke with the male who lived in the apartment Aaron Campbell. Pleva stated Conrad shot up with heroin. Your Affiant asked where the heroin if any left and empty baggies are, and needle Conrad used. Pleva stated she does not know where any of the stuff is.

My first paying job was at the age of 16 for a brand-new Taco Bell with an all-girl crew. Now that I’m reminiscing of those times it brings back good memories of hard work and fun times with a new set of people (co-workers and customers). It was such a learning experience, for me personally having this job was a life saver and helpful money wise. I was a junior in high school and had a lot of extracurricular expenses that at that time my parents didn’t have the means to help with. It was challenging to keep up with my grades, afterschool programs and work but I made it happened with a lot of courage not to quit and learning time management. My parents were proud of me for keeping it all in control and not falling behind in my school work. Working at this fast food restaurant helped me with so much experience in customer service and hospitality.

Jan 19, 2017. In an effort to resolve an unrelated matter, my counselor and assistant principal reached out to me, wanting to know the reason for my abscesses. The school interpreted my allegation that my teachers were not willing to work with me, as lambasting against the McNeil High School.

On his way home from Baseball, Julian was thinking to himself about what he could do outdoors. Then he gets a perfect idea, "Lets go on a hiking trip and I'll invite some guys too!" Julian then calls some guys from his baseball team, Justin who is very layback and funny. He calls Ricky who is the captain of the baseball team and Jesus (who is called chuy)and he is more of the gentlemen type but if you get him mad, he could probably take out a trailer full of bad guys. Julian decides he'll call them tomorrow, the next day Julian calls Ricky first.

The walls of the dumpster return and close in on Marcus. Collapsing his world, compacting it into a dark and dirty hovel.

I had always told my mother, “As soon as I’m sixteen, I’m getting a job.” So, when I turned sixteen, I did just that, but how I handled it, well, that’s where I surprised myself.

Morris Brandon Elementary School feeder to Sutton Middle School. My middle school years were not as successful as my elementary years. I struggled academically due to the financial hardship my family endured. My father was a successful business owner and my mother was a stay home mom; however, the family business collapsed due to tax problems with the IRS (internal revenue). Unfortunately, we lost our home and had to move with a family member. My father did not move with us, which the family no longer lived together. This had a major effect on my middle school years. The sudden lack of stability and continuity brought about academic and behavioral problems.

Rejected. Rejected. Rejected. How many times was I going to hear that before I get a yes? It was over the summer and while everybody else was enjoying themselves, I was out and about trying to find me a job. I wanted to start making my own money so I didn’t have to rely on my parents or friends to give me money for certain things. At first I thought It would be easy to get any job because all you had to do was complete an application online and wait for the job to respond back to you saying you got it. Boy was I wrong. I sent in applications to different places ranging from Best Buy to Home Depot. I sent more to places like Burger King, Mickey D’s, and even Wal-Mart. But no matter how many applications I sent in I got rejected because

You were walking down the street, hoodie over your head. You quickly looked at everyone on the street, picking out one. You walked to a random girl and told her to follow you, that there was something important. She quickly nodded, following you to a dark, creepy alleyway. You pulled out you're knife and smiled, looking at it. Your gloved hand slipped over her mouth, as you stabbed her in the shoulder. She tried to scream, but it was muffled. You grinned at her pain. You left her on the floor, to die and rot painfully. Suddenly, you bumped into a tall, greenish guy.

Nux watched the desert go by through his side window, letting his mind wander. During the time with the Wives, he had seen so much. He had obviously seen different groups of people before, the ones that he and the other War Boys fought and killed when out in battle or on supply runs. At the time, all he saw them as were threats, angry beasts to challenge him on his way the Gates of Valhalla. Something put there to prove his worth.

“Oh, look!” squealed Raven, pointing over in a direction of what looked like a hair salon. “There’s a hair dying booth! I think you should get a red streak.” Unsure, I patted down my bob of brown concisiously. Hair dying? I wasn’t sure Dad would appreciate that. Is this what Raven meant by “shopping?” Completely changing my look around just for her? What was I, not good enough for her? ”I dunno,” I said, “I kinda like my hair now...” Raven rolled her eyes and swatted me gently. “Oh, shut up, Elle. Don’t you want to fit in with ME and my pals? Plus, your hair style is soo immature right now. You look like some kind of girl who does charity work and babysits.” I bite one of my nails. “Um. Okay. Yeah, I guess I’ll get one.” I begin shifting around

Beep! Beep! Beep! I smash the snooze button and roll over. “Time to get up Michael!” I sit up and rub my eyes to wake up. I look around to find out I can’t see anything. I rub my eyes one more time to get the same results. I scream “MOM, DAD HELP!” I hear my parents bust through the door. “Son! Son! what’s wrong?” my mom said in a scared tone. “I can’t see! I can’t see!” I repeatedly scream,as my mom holds me while my dad calls the doctor on his phone. I’m Crying for someone to wake me up from this nightmare.

Liam can hear a particularly loud cicada that sounds like it’s about to break into the apartment. He looks around and wonders briefly if it’s sitting on the brick wall outside on the fire escape. That brick must be hot, it’s been around mid-90s lately. Bugs must really appreciate their skinny, little, unfeeling bug legs--

It was in December, during my Christmas vacation, when I decided to start looking for a summer job. There were many options but the job I decided to apply for was a position as a lifeguard at a waterpark. I filled out an application and was accepted almost immediately. The only thing left was the lifeguard training; little did I know that it was going to be an experience I would never forget.