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It has been six very long days, I cannot wait any longer for the chapter to be uploaded, I am both excited and exhausted. The days usually pass me by finding new short stories to read, which for the most part lasts a day or more. Then I am back to finding new stories and I always find some good ones, because of the several genres that are on the website. The website is called Wattpad. It is where my favorite writer can make his talent shine. The website is where the youngsters and college students get their best drafts up on the website for the readers to enjoy and as the time passes the writers grow into their best version of themselves in the writing department. The writers are mostly college students and High Schoolers that have a love for writing. The books have many genres but my interest will always be in the romance books. The romance genre is popular since it's mostly teenagers that are acquainted with Wattpad. Even though the romance books can get a little repetitive I love how the plots are always twisted to the author's liking. The books are rarely complete mostly, because of the authors' lifestyle, whether they have too much to do in school or their interest goes to another story they have been writing. The incompleteness irks me since that means I would not know what is going to happen. I try to stay away from the unfinished tales, nevertheless, I end up with one in my reading list anyway. The story I am currently interested in is incomplete, that is only

My mom, Rachel is one of the people I look up to the most in life because she has taught me that no matter what the issue in front of you is, you can always get through it. She was born in Wrangell, Alaska but grew up in Sedro-Woolley. This is where she ended up having a baby at eighteen years old. She had struggled with drug abuse ever since her dad died at fifteen, so she left and didn't come back until she had control over her addiction. This took several years, but by the time she came back, she had a renewed sense of life. Rachel has a mission that she would not give up on anyone like everyone had given up on her. She has since

Watching my mother live from pay check to pay check when I was young was difficult. It was always hard for my mom to keep up with other parents but, she still somehow managed to get me everything I wanted, and more. Even though I was too young to understand, I could feel the stress, and the struggles my mom faced every day. She was only 20 years old when I was born and, because of that she had no choice but to grow up fast. At such a young age, I saw the effects of being a single parent, and the ways it changed my mom. She not only had to be a young mother but, she had to find a way to replace the void of a father, or a father figure in my life. My mom was strong, independent and courageous. Growing up watching her live her dreams under all the circumstances she faced, made me want to strive for a better life for myself. Seeing how hard is was to live and to have enough

There was a time in my life when I didn’t care about much of anything. I was skipping school and hanging with the wrong crowd. I knew that this was breaking my mother’s heart but at that period I only wanted to mask my feelings and drown them in bad habits. Through the turmoil a blessing in the form of a beautiful child was created. My first born daughter arrived and changed my life forever.

But day by day year by year she finds the strength inside herself to go on. Since the passing of her mom her siblings have all went separate ways her brother Shane lives in Missouri with his wife and kids, her brother Jason lives in Biloxi Mississippi with his kids, and her sister lives in Missouri with her son. They don’t talk much anymore but they talk on occasion. I admire my mother. She brought me to this world, cared for me, and taught me a lot. She also listened to me all the time. She is my protector and angel in this world. In the future, if I could be a mother, I would like to be as my dear mother: a special, simple woman with a lot of love to give. My mom has inspired me to be strong and to be there for my family. She is a single parent of four, working but also trying to be there for all of us kids. Even when times get rough she is still always there for us kids. Her words of encouragement didn’t work immediately. Now that I am older and more mature I know she was right. My mom is a big motivation in my life to this day. She is standing behind me on my positive decisions in life and confronting me on the negative ones. One day I will have my own family and I hope to be half the woman my mother

Have you ever met someone so amazing, they inspire you to change your own life? For me that inspiration comes from my daughter. No matter how much agony Alexis goes through, she will rise every morning with eagerness and enthusiasm for the new day ahead. You will never know she might have had five seizures the night before, which left her with a splitting headache, or that she might have had only two hours of sleep due to the terrible side effects of one of her many bitter tasting seizure drugs. Instead of lying in bed waiting for someone to come pity her, Alexis gets up and tries to make every day better than the last. Seeing her ability to make the best out of her

After a long, silent car ride my mom walked me through the airport. We went through security and got to the plane. “Goodbye Izzy, I’ll miss you,” despite how mad I was I had to hug her. “Goodbye mom.” I boarded my flight to New Mexico. The captain said that the flight would be 2 hours. I tried to clear my mind and just watch a movie. I didn’t see any movies I liked, or even knew (apart from the ones I watched when I was younger). I picked a movie that I thought looked good, but it was really boring.

Caleb is a sweet caring guy would not hurt anyone of anything in the world. He has two friends both named Jacob. He gave them nickname for instance Jb was his friend over 6 years and Jhardy is his football friend. One afternoon Jb asked to Caleb “Hey come to the party with me and Jhardy?” Caleb was being really thoughtful about this because he would only know two people. Caleb responded “Yes, but only stay by my side because I don’t want to feel alone.” Quickly with Jb sudden reaction with excitement said, “Yes!”

“Aloha i ka honua Kulana Ailani Kai ”. My name literally means famed chief from water and for as long as I can remember, I always adored the ocean and was drawn to it at an early age. It was my calling and I knew it. The bright, deadly ocean was home. The smell of saltiness brings me a sense of everlasting serenity. Looking at the gentle currents engages me even more. How can it be that something so beautiful can be disastrous? A grand ocean so fascinating yet genuinely frightening is exciting. To be able to control my movements against the powerful waves of nature is exhilaration at its finest. To control how I use the wave, to be in control brings a triumph emotion every time.

“Are you ready? We are going to be late; hurry up, come on, move it, let's go,” my mom yelled from down stairs.

It was a perfect cool summer night for the Soccer Club recognition dinner. Our soccer team had won the Championship Cup and was having a grand celebration. My parents were very excited about the evening and told me how proud they were of our victory. “Great job this season, Erick!” said my coach as I walked in. All my teammates were high-fiving each other. On top of that, my best friend, Jimmy, was there for support. He and I had known each other since the first grade and now, both of us thirteen years old, we were like brothers. I could count on him for anything.

I always knew I had a purpose. Seven simple words were written in straight, clean lines on the top of M’s stack of notecards. They were her introduction, an introduction to a speech that M had slaved over because it needed to be perfect. One by one, she riffled through the cards in her deck, reading and whispering the speech aloud. This was going to be, perhaps, the most important hour in M Freeman’s life. She had agonized over her speech during the entire ride to New York City. It was rare for M to travel to the city, even though she lived only a few hours away. In truth, she never really traveled anywhere. So when the limo had arrived to pick her up, in order not to freak out, M had thrown herself into her preparations, as the empty countryside slowly grew into bridges, traffic buildings, and crowded sidewalks. And now, sitting in a waiting room, M repeated those seven simple words to herself and she was in full interview mode.

I had been dreading this day for four long months. My breathing got heavier with each step I took approaching the bus. I walked down a long paved pathway, and saw the enormous bus that I had been traveling in for the last two weeks, and I thought, “What did I just get myself into?” This is the day that I would say goodbye to all of my friends and teachers I had been with for the past two weeks. I would now be traveling in Germany without supervision. I climbed up the steps to the bus, and took a seat in the same spot I had always sat in.

It was the evening after Halloween in 2016, nervous, tired and excited. My team as well as other cheer teams gathered up in small groups dancing around in circles. As soon as the music stops, we all knew that it’s the time we all had been waiting for, the awards ceremony. This ceremony tells us if we go to Wescon (regionals) or not, and if we do go to Wescon there is a chance we can go to Walt Disney World for Nationals. Everyone was so nervous, but once the announcer called our division we all knew it was time. We were all squeezing each others hands as they called second place. It wasn’t us. Once the announcer said, “and for first place…” we all went silent as this moment could make or break us. “ The Huntington Beach Chargers” the announcer yelled. We started screaming as two of my teammates got the trophy. We were excited.

A mere minute before my first High School Band audition for the Lewis Palmer Wind Symphony, I sobbed like a gloomy, sunburned skunk. Tears ran down my red, splotchy face as I stood in the middle of a crowd of Seniors who decided to watch from the distance, not wanting to be affected by my spray. Being the amazing person that she is, however, my mom came to my rescue in the midst of the onlookers and was able to solve all of my life’s worries with one sentence: “Everything is going to be okay.”