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When I first came to America, I was bullied because I was different, and judged of every action so I could be mocked by the way I behaved. I used to have no problems asking where the bathroom is, and I didn’t care about my accent or grammar as long as I got the message across. But years growing up in a tiny Southern town, unaware of the existence of the Asian race, molded me into a different person. I was, and still, fearsome of social situations, as little as asking someone in class for a pencil

a strong German spirit. With the birth of their first son, Gilbert, they lost their respect. Gilbert brought disgrace to the family. He was born healthy and without problem but in looks he disappointed. A son born with white hair and bloody red eyes to parents of blonde hair and blue eyes was a horrible thing to come to the Beilschmidt family. Gilbert’s father was convinced his mother had been sleeping around. “Du Schlampe! Ich bin eine Hure heiraten! You bitch! I am married to a whore!” shouted

Reiji watch as the brunette looked up at the dark sky showing the raw skinned of her neck, he only sighed and went to start on dinner. Yuki looks towards the window watching Reiji disappear from the window as something finally click and what she had to do to end it all. _______ "How does it feel to be few steps closer to death?" Remus asks cackling seeing Yuki pace in a straight line in her room by the fireplace before she stops and turns to glare before resuming once again. "I'm getting bored

the other side is evens, I don’t even know what those are. I walked up to a old man with gray hair and wrinkly skin, from what I have learned by Japedo that means he was a good man. “Do you need any help miss”, the old man croaked “Yes, wait no, actually yes, is this the basic math class” “Yes have a seat anywhere” motioning his hands around the desks This nice looking girl with strawberry blonde hair was sitting by herself. I decided to next to her thinking she wouldn't talk to me, Japedo says

view of all the main characters. This in mind, I chose Avery as the protagonist, because she is the connector between all of the other characters, but I would say for the most part all the characters are equally important. Avery has light skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a perfect face. Avery is described as “The Classic”. Next is Leda Cole. Leda is one of Avery’s best friends and she lives on floor 962.

The crisp of the autumn air bit me as I fought against it. Shivering, the hairs on my neck stand up as I am exposed to the cold air. Starting a new college in a country where I'd never visited in my entire life would be partially difficult. I would have to mind what I say. It didn't help that I would constantly be bombarded by questions in my first semester. Expectantly, I find myself impatiently tapping my foot to the violent and rough rhythm of the music, which blasts through my earphones. Receiving

first, as a lean, boyish looking teenager stepped out, sporting a plain red and black T-shirt, black shorts, red shoes and a Pittsburgh Pirates hat that went over short, dirty blonde hair. The driver's door opened as what can be assumed to be the mother, but didn't seem like it. She was wider with brownish red hair that wore a "Dropkick Murphy's" shirt and jeans. The two exchanged a few words as they reached the back of the car, the trunk popping up that held four boxes. More words exchanged as the

to be very interested in it though. But, the man in the picture didn’t look anything like the man that was looking at it. He had greasy this grey hair and a stubble. His glasses were had faded-gold wire as the frame and his eyes were a grayish-green. His wardrobe stuck to red and green shirts and faded worn jeans. The man in the picture had black hair, but it looked to be turning grayish. He had green eyes

‘Alright. I have everything I need for my stay up at Aunt Keren’s house for the summer!’ Livna double checked her bag for everything she needed then began to zip it closed. Her mother thought it was a bad idea for her to go so far from home all alone but her father convinced her that Livy needed some space. At fourteen years old, her mother’s proper Jewish upbringing was suffocating her. So, when her long unseen aunt popped up and asked if she wanted to spend the summer break with her, she couldn’t

Gray, charcoal clouds, hung in the musty air. Noisy honking and shouting came from every direction. Constantly police and ambulance sirens charged through the streets, interrupting the car's ear-splitting conversation. People trudged through the streets below, panic eternally in the air. Buildings stood tall above everything, observing endlessly. A shade of continuous grey fell across everything. The towering skyscrapers, the fussy cars, the dirty streets, and the people; their faces drowned of everything