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It was the beginning of a new day, I was out on the streets and I begged for food, it was harsh for me. I felt very sad but didn’t know why I was sad. That morning I was sick and didn 't feel as good as I wish I had. I had ragged clothes one with no underwear, I just had a shirt on and it had couple holes in it. I didn 't know what to think at that moment, but all I thought was when am I getting food. I was scrawny and dirty. Last night had been a horrible night, like every night. We barely got

It was a beautiful morning on July 5th, 2015. Nine days until my birthday! Outside the birds were chirping and the sun was beaming through my window. I had just woken up as my mom came into my room, telling me to come downstairs for a surprise. In my mind, I was thinking that something arrived from Amazon and they decided to give it to me now. After lying in bed for a little while on my phone, I decided to get up. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs to see what this was all about

I have lost what was mine. I am a prisoner here where once I was a prince. I am but a whisper in this crowd of confusion. Terror has replaced joy. Hate has replaced love. I am only a thin container holding in an unfamiliar darkness. I pray to the one ray of light in my lonely place hidden amidst the vastness of the world. I plead with it. “Save me!” It never answers. I plead with it. “Give me strength.” I know it can hear me. I know because it always abandons me. I can feel my container cracking

“We’ve been here for hours!” cried John. “Stop your complaining, you were the one that got us stuck in this mess in the first place!” Bill Hickok scolded. Calamity Jane turned around and yelled at both, “Will you two stop it! I can’t think with you two at each other’s throats. Besides it’s no one’s fault, we got in here together and we will get out together.” “Calamity Jane was born on May 1st, 1852 in Princeton, Missouri” (Biography.comeditors). “Calamity was a rough character people said, with

Oppression Little is a town is rooted and build on the back bone of Haitians. This city now known as little Haiti was once known as the lemon city continues to face struggled that has placed them as an oppressed society. Many of the residents are oppressed for many reasons ranging from factors such as education, income, and physical power over their community. The Haitian and residents do not hold their power of influence in their community. In the recent development, there has physical effect

Okay, the plan shouldn 't have been as difficult. Get in, shut the place down, and get out before the alarm blares to possibly kill my eardrums. Things never play in our favor and I should have known that from the beginning. You see, we 're a selected group of kids carefully picked by the government. For what? That 's something we can 't say yet. But we are an elite task force from: S-E: Block 466. At first, we were government guinea pigs then we turned into weapons. Back to the most important person

Ella Mrs.Ninan 8•29•2017 Short Story Only One There we were in our third hiding spot. Where had things gone so wrong? Maybe the war we started? Or was it the experiment? Could it have been the wedding? My best guess is when I met a girl who called herself AJ Ward. It all began on my birthday. I was walking home from the longest day of school ever. And this blondie came running into me. We both fell to the ground, I looked up I saw the fear grow in her eyes,like butter on bread. Her eyes grew

Ferratt 1 Cole Ferratt Mrs. Montgomery Honors Humanities: period 2 5 September 2017 Orphan Train Essay Rough Draft Christina Baker Kline’s novel Orphan Train follows the the paths of two very similar women who are separated only by age. One of the main characters, Molly Ayer, is a seventeen-year-old high school student who has been assigned to yet another unwanted foster home. After attempting to steal a book from the local library, Molly has to help an elderly woman clean out her attic to avoid

4:30 am, my alarm wakes me from dreams of home. I 'm confused, “Where am I?”, I asked myself. Then I remembered, I 'm at the Naval Academy, Bancroft hall to be more specific. “Another day, Another dollar”, I reluctantly said for the seventh and final time. My bunkmate heard my alarm and woke with a similar reaction. “You know what today is right?”, he said to me in an uneasy voice. “Yeah, today 's wet and sandy, the so called worst day of your life. Or so I 'm told.”, I replied. “You know there 's

copyrights, someone can steal your idea and you         And would have no legal leg to stand on.” You:          "I am way ahead of you on that Hun." Them:     "Well....good luck to you, you gonna need it, since most books fail to          make it to a single reader.” You:          "Luck has nothing to do with this, nothing that is worth having is going         To be easy to obtain.”