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I hurried to get dressed with a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up past my cast. I also wore a red tie and black skinny jeans. I could only sing so we had to use the track guitar. Last thing I had to do was my vocal warmups. I finished and went to the side of the stage. My mind was swirled with thoughts as the video ran and our cue was said to go on stage. My microphone was on me and I was as ready as I was ever going to be. We all ran on stage and started to play. We started with undisclosed desires. Since I didn’t have my guitar to play it gave me a chance to rest and just

I was eight years old when I went to my local elementary school for a Three Kings Day celebration, which is very popular in my heavily Spanish-populated city. By pure luck, I was chosen in a raffle to go backstage and choose a gift along with nine other kids. Hundreds of colorful balls, board games, and toys of different shapes and sizes and I had the choice. I was living every child’s best dream. Suddenly, I was attracted to an odd looking, purple box about two by four feet, with a crazy white-haired guy on the cover. I grabbed it and went off stage where I was greeted by the surprised looks of my friends. “Of all the toys you could have chosen...you chose a school game?!”

Shainna Ali sits at her desk in her office preparing for the day and all of the appointments it will bring. Photos of family and friends are positioned on the desk around her. All of her hard work has led her to the moment she has spent years preparing for: graduating in May with her doctorate.

“Shut up, Alec. Tessa, this is Alec, my pain in the ass cousin.” I waved as a way of greeting. Talking would just hurt too much right now.

On a Saturday morning, around 10am, my family was getting ready for my niece’s (Maritza) 4-year-old birthday party. After 12:30pm we were already at my sister’s (Adele) house, ready to give my niece a hug and her annual present. At the moment Maritza wasn’t home, so I stalled for a bit. Chatted with their neighbor, few high school friends, and their wife’s. Finally, she showed up along with her father. The first person she hugs is me, I’m her favorite uncle, according to her, as she hugs my legs and looked up and says, “hey uncle J.” I replied “hey?” with a bit of a curiosity on my mind. Her lip had a big red lump. I managed to not ask her what had happened on her lip. I’m thinking it’s a “I fell down” type accident. The party went off, and

The night was another quiet one , the morning even more quiet . No more family sit downs at the table , just coffee brewed from whoever wakes up first and help yourself to breakfast. I sat outside the porch with my coffee , first day of October with the fall feeling in the air , I was looking at nothing , I pulled out my cell phone and decided it was time to tell Trever my input on who is doing this. I heard his phone ringing , but it went straight to voice mail , I left a long message explaining everything , hoping this will get him to look into her.

I’m Kyla Painter. Today I am doing an essay all about me and stuff I do. For example, my family, the schools I have attended, my education, interests, special talents, my opinions about the world today,and a few more things. There is a lot to know about me. Keep reading to see.

Aileana and I made plans to jog along the beach and then go out surfing today. We decided to meet on the beach around nine this morning. I thought I would surprise her later with something different she would delight in. I wanted this to be a special day of having fun and enjoying each other. She now felt up to exercise. Her ribs still gave her a few twinges when taking deep breaths, but her face was back to its beautiful contours with her lush lips back to their kissable self.

Ignoring me, he continued, "She broke up up with me because I bought her a simple neclace for her birthday not the diamond bracelet she wanted."

On behalf of Judith's family and Johnson's family; Pulama's auntie and uncle from Las Vegas. Due to circumstances we're sorry we couldn't be here. Pulama is in our thoughts. (please have someone read this on our behalf)

”Catherine, you got this. Do not be nervous,” I whisper to myself. I am on the sidelines waiting for my band to be called. My head is filled with fear, an emotion that had made itself home before every performance. Looking ahead, I see the 50 yard line where I will start the show.

Do you ever feel out-of-place? Like you’re doing everything right but something feels wrong? I’ve spent my entire life feeling like that. My name is Astrapovroda. Ever since I can remember I’ve been stuck here at Camp Misó with all the other half bloods. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention my father is a God. Supreme god. Zeus to be exact. I’ve never seen him and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know I exist. According to our camp leader Hestia, I look a lot like my father. I have straight jet black hair, an olive skin color, and a pretty athletic build. Hestia says it my eyes that remind her most of my father. They are an electric green and huge. From what I’ve heard we have similar personalities. We both are extremely competitive. Whatever I do,

After another hour of driving, we finally arrive in the front of the towering white modeling studio. My insides are doing crazy gymnastics as i get out of Mikasa small car and shut the door behind me as Mikasa follows. She glances my way noticing my anxouis behanvior. She tries to reassure me by smiling reassuringly and giving my arm a good squeeze, but that doesnt make me feel any better. I've been preparing myself for this photshoot for weeks and weeks leading up to this antipacpation. I've took many selfies, tried different poses, ive been working out a lot more, and have been looking up youtube storytime videos on how peoples experiences were modling for a brand. But nothing can prepare a person for the real thing. We both reach the newly

It was in the midst of Spring. When the dead trees from winter were slowly revived by the gentle sunlight. I took a step down from the bus and gazed at what was a ahead of me- a challenge. As the whole group arrived at the theater, most of us were much “cooler” than I thought we would be. Many of us bragged how the competition against other bands will be nothing but I know that there

Ayako was slowing munching on a melon bread, as her right leg quickly dig the ends of her sneaker onto the ground, pushing forward. Before putting her left leg back on her skateboard, balancing herself on the skateboard. Having her headphones on, while looking straight in front of her. Slowing seeing the school building appearing upon her view, as different groups of students walking in. Once again, putting her right leg on the ground, and pushing herself forward. Passing by the group of students, and turn a little to pass by fangirls group. Making her stop in front of the stairs, before kicking the skateboard up as her grab on the tip of the skateboard, while grabbing at the side. Running up the stairs, going through the doors, and scanning her ID at the front door machine. Going through the scanners and all, before