Heroic Cells: A Short Story

y name is Jaber my father name is Robert Kochtebene and my mother name is Kamila Baydem,I was born in all saints hospital in Los Angels my father worked as a Doctor ,my mother was murdered when i was 5 years old in a bank robbery,she worked as a security guard in the bank ,6 years after my mom was murdered my dad quited his job When i growed up a bit my dad decided to take me to a tech store so he can buy for me the new smart phone i was really exited about it,this phone is famous and has a lot of new tool and stuff, tomorrow I wok up earlier and went to my mother security equipement room where she keeps her security guard badge and gun,i found a big book about the Law Enforcement Officers i started reading it, i was really curious i started digging in this book until i found that my mom started making this file about this gang ''Rollin 60 Crips''my mom had some serious evidence about this gang that robbed alot of banks in the city,i found that the leader of this gang Marcus King is the one who enjoys killing security guards that started having suspicious toughts about the robberies,i started crying knowing that my mom got murdered just for amusing a gang member i kept this file under my bed, it's time for to do my own investegation i tought in my head ''what could possibly happens to me ?''

The profound discovery of HeLa cells leads to the world’s obsession with immortality and life, while simultaneously disconnecting HeLa cells from their human roots and the life of Henrietta Lacks. Although the book is composed of many intertwining stories, Skloot’s main story is the life of the Lacks family as Skloot intends remind readers that these exploited cells came from a human. The ancillary stories in the book, including the stories of the vast medical research done using HeLa cells, only enhance the poignancy of Henrietta’s story. Using the knowledge of Henrietta’s relatives and friends, Skloot weaves together their experiences and opinions to create the main story while also providing the readers with a detailed insight of Henrietta’s

Sometimes in life things just happen and we have no control over them but we learn to move forward in spite of everything we face. When Nick receives his diagnosis for cancer, it frightens him greatly to the point where he begins to see death everywhere. He becomes adamant that his life could be lost to the same disease that took his father’s life. Not knowing how to deal with the news, he asks the

I covered my mouth to keep it shut and not say anything. He was wearing black boots and black pants. I could see him running towards the open window in a hurry. Maybe he thought i jumped out or something. He began to run towards the stairs. “He’s leaving” i whispered… But there was no answer, I realized that the call was cut. The man was stepping down the stairs… when all of a sudden there was a loud ringtone coming from my hand. There was then a panic in my heart. The man rushed back into my room and entered, There was a moment of silence when all i could see was the man’s black boots staring straight at my eyes. When suddenly there was a powerful pull dragging me out of the bed. Closing my eyes all i could feel is was extrucenary pain all over my body, every second. I reached out for anything near by so I could at least fight. I felt something from the tip of my fingers. I got a grip of something and swung as hard as I could, I hit him hard. The man fell back. I opened my eyes and there he was, Lying on the ground. Weak and hurt i got up and slowly started walking out of my room and down the stairs. My whole body hurt it was hard to move. I heard the man start to get up, I was terrified. I decided to walk to the basement door to try and hide. I remembered the small door that was in the basement. And went gently to open the door. Weak and in pain I was able to get down the old sketchy stairs and move some boxes to open the door. I opened the door. On the other side was a little room. It was dark and had a little bit of light coming from the outside. Maybe the moon light from the outside. I sat on the small corner of the room.I wrapped my arms around my body to try and stay warm. It was quiet for a second. Until I heard the basement door slam open. The man's foot steps were loud and you could tell he wasn't very happy. I could easily read exactly where he was. He was looking for me,

3. Water is a precious natural resource in Florida and it is said that supplies are dwindling. Desalinization (removing salt from) ocean water has been recommended as a solution to the problem. Why shouldn’t we drink salt water? Explain.

I woke up this morning and something wasn’t right. I looked below my bunk. Matt was there sleeping happily and soundly. I then tried to get out of my bunk. Once I got down, my head felt light headed. My stomach was doing turns and I felt like I could be sick at any moment. I went to the bathroom and I looked like a ghost. I then decided to get ready for the day. I grabbed a pair of neon green jeans and a baggy black t-shirt. Next I went to the coach and laid there until everyone else got up. Chris got up an hour later and he was happy and cheery as usual. Suddenly I heard someone running to the bathroom. I got up and knocked on the door. I opened the door and that’s all I remember.

A cell can be compared to many things in life. We all have things around us that can work of the way cells do. I will be comparing a cell to a football team because a football team has many parts that can be compared and have similarities that they can be compared to one another.

In the 1800’s there was a scientist who worked on cells and how they came to be, and why are there so many of them?He believed that only cells came from other cells.He was the first person to discover cells and yet he wanted to know all about them.He was the first person to know about all living things being composed of

I couldn’t believe it. I had no clue on what I had got myself into. I thought I was in a nightmare. Everything was so much larger than me. I felt like I was this tiny spec on a flower. My life had suddenly flashed before my eyes. I had a feeling that my last breath was about to par take.

Merriam Webster defines an abstraction as “a general idea or quality rather than an actual person.” Humans are immensely complex creatures who cannot be confined to stereotypes, classifications or labels. Each person is equipped with their own set of traits, talents and capabilities that make them who they are. Viewing a person as simply an abstraction restricts them to a category stating who and what they are allowed to be effectively taking away the uniqueness each and every person has a right to. Both the scientific community and the media are guilty of viewing Henrietta in this way, these individuals exploited her cells without expressed consent for their own personal gain, told her story only when it was convenient for them, and never

I reached in my pocket for my pen so I could sketch some flowers. I pulled out a few dollars bills, and I remembered my mother gave me money so I could buy some milk for her. I turned around and went to the grocery. I went into the milk section, grabbed a jug, and headed to the checkout. The man in front of me in the line was staring at me. He looked at me like I was a vicious beast. I began to feel uncomfortable. The teenage brothers behind me were rough housing and when one threw a punch, they knocked me with their elbow. I couldn’t keep my balance. I went diving towards the ground, and I hit the man in the back with my nose. He fell to the ground, holding both his arms like he broke them. I got up and tried to help him up. He was backing up in fear saying, “Monster, you monster.” Everyone began to stare and back away from me, even the brothers. It was completely silent. I could hear my breathing. I heard one of the employees whisper to someone, “Call 911.” Then I bolted out the front door. I ran as fast as my little feet could go. In the corner of my eye I could see people behind me. They were catching up to me. At this point, I knew I couldn’t run any longer. I started to stumble and then, I felt a hand hook my shell. I went flying back. After that, the moment was surreal. I knew my mom was going to kill me, if the police don’t first. I don’t even remember much of it

    At 5:58 am my alarm went off like every teenager i hit the amazing snooze button. Wow i love that button. As the next nine minutes went by i just layed in bed thinking that it's friday and that the day is going to be great,but it's not.  As i get up to get things taken care of i started not feeling good. By 6:40 am i was walking to my bus stop. As i was walking on my dark road i notice that the bushes are moving and that there is a noise from an animal. I was thinking that it's just my imagination but it wasn't sadly. I can't go back home because i can't get a ride to school because my parent wasn't able to so i had to walk by this moving bush that's making noises (scary noises). As i pasted this bush i was thinking that it's

It was a foggy day around my neighborhood so I thought it wasn’t a good idea to go out.The paper boy threw a newspaper in front of my house so I went out to get it.I see some white boys in a truck in the distance they have something in there hand, they get closer and I see they have rocks in their hand I run home while they were bombarding me with rocks.I made home and I'm bleeding from my head, I clean myself up and I see it left a gash on my head.I went downstairs and heard the phone ring up stairs I pick up the phone and find out that I have been accepted in an all white school, the first thing I hope for is that those white boys are not at that school to.

This is the story of a cell, a young cell. This cell’s goal was to have the most powerful mitochondria of any other cell she knew. The mitochondria gave energy. She knew if she had a strong mitochondria, her being would be powerful and strong.

Across the planet, four times every second, a new human is conceived. In just nine months, a single cell no bigger than a speck of dust transforms into the most complex organism on earth. There are many events that shape and define us long before we’re born. Right from the start, it’s a journey full of surprises. There are many things that make you who you are today.