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youth workers and the police. It’s important that I build a relationship with these external

The cool wind tickled the tribal paint plastered poorly on my cheeks as I trekked across the hard cobblestone streets of Massachusetts, my fellow Sons of Liberty surrounding me.

Kea and I began hooking up regularly on the weekends. He introduced me to a program at his church called “Teen Challenge”. It was hosted on Friday nights. There were some nice-looking church girls there. It kind of reminded me of Coming to America. The main reason why we were there were to plot on bitties (girls). Kea did his thing on the low. He is older than me by 1 year or two. He went to the Borough (Roxborough) High School and played football for the team. They had a good squad back then but Frankford ruled the city. When we got together, we swung around town or be chilling at his house playing each other in Tecmo Bowl trash-talking each other.

After the physical fitness exam, Shannon led them over to the obstacle course Maggie had been eyeing earlier. From first glance, it seemed just like any other course that she’d ever come across which wasn’t very many but still they all appeared to have the same basic layout. This one had four or five obstacles of varying difficulty and was surrounded by a foam cube pit. The pit was probably put in place to prevent cadets from injuring themselves in an accident. Their captain demonstrated how to go through the course and instructed them on the best ways to approach each challenge. This gave the trio of new operatives a glimpse of Shannon’s abilities. There was a natural grace and ease in his movements not many people possessed. His long,

He began by pointing to his neck, in particular, the scar. It lay half an inch below his mandible and was as thick as a thin wire with small ridges like that distinctive of a hospital heartbeat scanner. I had always seen it, though I never paid it much attention as it faded through the years. Even with his nicely tanned skin that was almost a bronze, the scar was still darker.

I’ve been struggling for many years with state of politics in America. Although I attempt to follow Biblical commands to pray for my leaders (yes, sometimes it’s just please let their term end with no re-election), over the last decade or so I’ve felt a growing discontent with the decisions that have been made in the name of tolerance with no tolerance or allowance for conservatives (and even some extremists) who don’t agree.

It will blare at 5:23, and I will leave at 5:44. In 7 minutes, I will reach the station. At 5:51, I will grab a bagel from Hackett’s bakery, right next to the tracks. Old Nadia Dax will be there before me, as always, so it will take an extra 3 minutes than it should. She strolls up and down the rows of goods, declaring she will try something new, only to settle for a crumpet each time. What a bother.

The first step is to get some glue. Then rub some glue over the horn and the spot where the horn is going to be to be attached. Then the horn is jammed on. Voila you have a reconnected horn. Then the dinosaur comes back to life and runs around bringing other dinosaurs back to life.

During the summer of 2016 I was dilute until registration. I always hated going back to school, being dressed all nice, and waiting in the hot sun outside of the wing for registering. So I decided to help my school during the summer to accelerate the registration process.On the first day I noticed a problem. There was not enough people making all the registration packet for all students at my school, so I decided to help. In the middle of the week my twin brother decided to help with registration as well. All of this hard work and focus made me feel inspired to contribute to the cause, to do something that will benefit me and others. By doing this, it sped up the registration process so that every student could return to their break.

Maxsar use a small device and show a hologram of their contract. "Actually we can. The contract stated at the bottom. If you fail to conceive your son's child first. We can take over your body or use it for our own experiments, in anyway we see fit." Maxsar point his finger at a tiny symbols. "It's kind of funny nobody manage to decipher our language."

So this halloween me and my sister decided to go trick or treating with some of mine and her friends. So my mom and dad drove us to one of my sisters friends houses because we were all gonna meet up there. So we pull into the neighborhood and it's pretty dark. There werent any lights on. Which me and my friends thought was cool but the girls were freaking out.

“And the final whistle blows. Paris Saint-Germain thrashes Real Madrid in the first leg of the Champions League semi-final 4-1,” the commentator said. As I trudged to the locker room my mind raced in disbelief. We really lost to the underdog team 4-1. As the main striker, I failed to do my job which was to score. I really believed our Champions League campaign was over after one leg. Without the Champions League, we would finish the season without a trophy as Barcelona have already secured the Spanish League and the Domestic Cup. As a team, our focus is to bounce back and it will take a lot of work and we need the right mentality to over come this outrageous deficit at home in Madrid.

People oftentimes remember a life-changing moment or event, by vividly recalling the situation that unfolded. For me, that moment transpired the day I changed into a dark blue shirt, raised my right hand, recited an oath that appeared on a project screen, and uttered those four words, “So help me god.” My journey thereafter, which amounted to saying farewell to fellow colleagues, and a bus and train ride home, was interrupted by a wave of anxiety and trepidation; the apprehension and fear drained the vigor out of me. The adventure was punctuated by a tumultuous sea of thoughts: “What did I just get myself into? Am I ready for this? What can I do for residents that live in a food desert?” That fear, and angst, vacillated between my place of

Back in the day, when I still lived in Colorado, there was one place that was the most wonderful of all and big enough for 5 little children to run around in. Which, was my godparents’ Victorian mansion. With the gigantic rooms that every time you walk into them, it fills you with awe. The double grand staircase, that just so slightly spiraled down, big enough that you would wonder how long it would take to clean them. And who could forget the gigantic backyard, fully equipped with a cute pond with a waterfall, a hot tub shed, and lots and lots of wildlife. Which of course seems like enough to sate an extremely energetic 5-year-old.

Human affairs is always messy. You will find throughout time that nothing is simply black-and-white. That each creed of man, that every ideology, that all cultures have in their respective corners likely a few points to score it sympathy along with a reasonable amount of scrutiny. The world is filled with physical variables that humans are born into and take for granted. That is until they eventually emerge in our lives and nations to destroy us or present an opportunity. Life is fragile and the more complex it becomes then the more likely it is to be destroyed in a universe filled with blind and uncaring physical laws. We must realize that we aren't eternal souls dancing on the firmament waiting to be judged or reincarnated. Even if an