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The Greek Egyptian Before I start this off, I need to say one thing. If you think this is just a work of fiction, I envy you, truly. But, if, and just if, you think you can find yourself in these pages, the you need to, stop reading, and burn this book, and belive what ever lie your parents have told you about the world. Now that I 'm done, let 's continue with the story. The following is a transcript of a recording I recived at my residence, about a year after The Serpent 's Shadow. As all

As a person, I believe that we are all created as equals. I don’t think that we should be judged by the color of our skin or our sexuality. We are all human we always make mistakes and we learn from them. I want to make a difference in this world. I don’t believe in a “bad” person I believe that everyone has good in them but it is their choice if they want to be good. I know that people are different and they like or do different things. I believe that girls can do anything that a boy can do. I

One more hour left. It was easy to become bored on a plane, especially when you’re stuck on it for Twelve hours, and after those twelve hours, I would be finding myself in Oregon, a long way from home. Well, my old one. It occurred to me that being a long way from home quickly builds up on you, knowing that wherever you go you’re known as an outsider, a twelve hour freezing cold oceans long way outsider. Knowing that the cold weathers of England would be replaced with the scorching hot weathers of

In the morning, I woke up to a completely silent room. With a groan, I rolled over in my bed, opening my eyes to see Vic 's bed empty. He wasn 't in the dorm, so that told he must 've went out to do something before class. Slowly, I got out of bed and got dressed in some of the clothes that I brought along with me. Once I was dressed, I made my way out of the room and down the stairs. Almost everyone was crowded in one spot; The kitchen. I knew this was going to happen. With an annoyed huff, I shoved

Sometime after sunset, I managed to fall asleep on the sofa while Hawking and Gran continued talking. The ghosts, having figured out we just didn’t care anymore, quieted down to the occasional moan and howl. I guessed even ghosts get tired of all the drama after a while. I woke up at ten and saw Gran sleeping in her chair by the fire. Hawking stood by us, keeping watch. After deciding there was no way I was going to be able to fall back asleep, I closed my eyes and was out in seconds. The next

I was 5 years old when I had one of my first memories of talking with my grandfather, Poppy. He and I were sitting on the front porch of his 61-year-old suburban Kansas home, simply taking in the cool summer evening. No words were spoken and a calm air surrounded us. I remember looking out, beyond the neighboring houses, and being amazed at the scenery. The slowly sinking sun set the sky ablaze, making it seem as though the mixture of pale, white clouds and vibrant oranges were a painting on a canvas

I am much older now and living in a different area. I am no longer sick and the doctors could never determine what was causing my sickness. I went on with my life, even going outside every day. I did not get sick in school and I was so happy. Life was good. One day, my Grandmother called and told my Mother that Reverend Dave had started a church. My mother told her we should get back in church. I did not know the great man of God. However, my journey started in his church. My Aunt Stuart picked us

I squinted at the phone in my palm before looking at the surroundings that sped past. Reading a road sign, I told Dawson, “Um…. I think you are supposed to turn right here.” “Are you sure?” Dawson asked with a raised eyebrow. I did not blame him at all for the hesitancy. I had already told him twice to go the wrong way, which made the device beep at me and change the direction we were supposed to be going in. “Fairly. The dot is very close to the turning point,” I said, peering at the screen. He

Alexander Roman Professor Lunderberg Senior Seminar Essay 10/14/2015 My Simple Dreams My name is Alexander Roman. My future is now composed of dreams that I have created throughout the years since I was young. At eight years old, I already had planned out my future: at twenty two, I would have already been working as a paleontologist, excavating skeletons of dinosaurs, in Africa, and then I would have become the first person ever riding a hover board down the hill in front of my house in Puerto Rico

“How does it feel?” “How does what feel, son?” “Love. Like how do you know if it 's real.” “Don 't you think this is something for your parents. Your mother..” “He said you knew.” “I think you 're a little young to be..” “I just wanna know, Grandpa. Please?” “If you promise not to interpret again.” “Sorry, and I promise.” “The best way to explain it to you, if I even can, might take a while. Is that okay?” “Yes.” “I once knew a man with six beautiful daughters. He and his wife continued to have a