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I hope all is well! I am Marissa Vigevani’s younger sister Joanna and I just want to tell you a little bit about her and what you could expect from her in English this year. First off, she is not as smart as she looks. I know that for a fact because this is her first honors class she has ever taken in her life! Now before I get more into how clueless she is let's just talk about her on a more personal level. Marissa was born on January 8, 2001 at Newton Wellesley Hospital. She is funny, athletic, helpful and kind! One thing I would like say however, is that my sister is kind to everyone else except me. I know that for a fact because every time my parents go to teacher open houses they always tell my mom that “Marissa is an angel” and “so respectful

I’m Hannah Lu, I was born in March 25, 1996 in China. I moved to U.S six years ago. I’m currently study at Sacramento State University. I am a serious and responsible person.

It had looked so far away it was hard to believe I would be on top of it in a few days. Besides in the campsites, we only saw one other group of people during the entire 12 day trek and the only human sounds were our own. Each camp was an island of civilization in a great sea of wilderness, and a wonderful solace to end the day’s hike.

It is theorized that during the latter part of the Cenozoic era, also known as the age of mammals that the Wisconsin glaciation caused enough of the planet’s water

I am Aliyah Shaleese Crawley. I’m just a small town girl. I was born in Fayetteville on September 18, 2001 and was raised in Lake Waccamaw with my mom, dad, and older sister, Amanda. As a baby, I was always bouncing on my bed, looking over the rail. I was constantly smiling with a red rash under my nose from allergies.When I upgraded out of my pen, I was happy playing with my blocks on the regular making houses with them for my dolls play with and sometimes, I'd go organize the tupperware cabinet. I'd sit in front of it, to surprise my mom, even putting a child lock on it so she couldn't get in it.

During the Eocene epoch, 47,000,000 years ago, one of our ancestors lived in what is now Germany. She was still young, her baby teeth still intact and probably less than a year old. This little girl came to a lake’s edge for a drink of water; cupping the water with her hand she slowly drank the water while holding onto a branch with her other hand. Our ancestor died there when she was overcome by an underground gas bubble that erupted, the fumes leaving her unconscious; she fell into the water and drowned. Her body slowly drifted to the bottom of the lake with a myriad of other creatures. The lake where she was buried eventually filled with mud and algae that turned into oily shale

Being in the atmosphere isn't too fun. After 75 years i decided to try my luck with another plant. This time i decided to look around for a while longer. I found a nice tree and he allowed me to stay with him. I feel like i'll be here for a

I am Kaitlyn Zimmerman; and I am a traditional college student who is just now entering my sophomore year at Bethel College, where I am majoring in History and Humanities and minoring in Education. I have lived in Coloma, Michigan for the past four years after my family moved for my father’s job as a Christian school principle. Prior to this, we lived in New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and in India as missionaries. In addition to a love of traveling, I feel that our regular moves have caused me to form a strong bond with my family and to learn to depend on the Lord.

I hope you had a wonderful weekend. Deerfield had asked us to restrict all research reports and grant access only to invested clients. When you have a moment, can you please let us know if you are invested, and can we name you to the manager? Thank you in advance for your help.

Now if you know anything about me, then you would know, I don't like to kill anything. But for the sake of finding my Co-worker and Octavia, I was willing to play it up. I grabbed the innocent girl by the throat and I said to her" Why should I spare your life, what could you possibly do to help me." The other one, that had his hands injured by my bullets. He begged and said" I will give you anything, just don't hurt my I daughter....please" I almost could not hold up the facade, when I looked at the fear on his young daughter's face, It made it much worse that I could hear the man weeping. I also turned and saw the tears run down his face. He was weeping bitterly, when I saw that he said "Please not my only, daughter..... I will give you

Hi I'm Ahrianne Rodriguez (they call me Ahri for short) and I'm 16 years old. I am Mexican-German born in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico on March 12, 2000 and I am a fluent spanish speaker with english being my second language, yet I excel in english class. I came to the US in 2004 and I live with my grandparents because my dad was deported and my mom moved in with my 3rd father-figure. Despite my hardships as a teenage girl living in the south side of Houston, I am considered very talented. I am an artist, a breakdancer, choreographer, cosplayer, make-up artist, YouTuber, and professional pc gamer. I strive to do my best at all I do. I do everything to the fullest and I'm guilty of being a perfectionist.

I remember that it hurt, looking at her hurt. A beautiful line, no doubt, but I mustn’t take credit. I remember seeing her at her best. I remember telling myself that she would get better. I remember seeing what she would post on Facebook and pretending that I thought she wasn’t slowly killing herself. I remember seeing the blades sitting on her desk and throwing them in the trashcan and acting like they didn’t hold any significance, only to repeat the process the next weekend. I remember hearing her stories about falling out of that damned tree and telling myself, “Oh yeah. Those scars could totally be scrapes from the tree bark.” I remember ignoring the brokenness of her smile. I remember not doing anything about it, and I remember foolishly telling myself that it was all in my head.

The aroma of the vegetation of the whole jungle mixed all together and formed a smell that engulfed the air around me creating heavenly humid atmosphere. I took a deep breath in not wanting to exhale and wishing that it could be a replacement for oxygen, I could feel little drops on the tip of my nose that were tickling me. As I basked in this atmosphere it felt like I was in another

It was time. As I descended into the tunnels and made my way through them, I wondered if the sun was just as warm and golden as it was in the pre- Crustinian era. An hour and a half later, I climbed out of the manhole and it was everything I had imagined and more. The sun shone brightly, sparkling off the shimmering water which reflected like crystals. The light deluged over the grass and pierced even the darkest shadows. Heat rose from the ground in waves, creating the illusion of rippling water. The only escape from the scorching sunlight was beneath the pine trees that lined the shore, and even some dappled light streamed through the canopy, leaving tiny shapes on the ground in intricate patterns.

absorbed the awesome sight before us. I had evolved from the same primordial soup as the