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Giselle Morales stood outside her boyfriend's apartment, knocking on the door repeatedly. "Joel! Joel! Open the door idiot!" she screamed, in her deep Brooklyn accent, waking up all of the residents in his apartment building on the cold brisk New York morning. There was no response from the inside. She pulled her merm jacket around her, to protect herself from the December cold. The aroma of beef patties emerged from a nearby Caribbean restaurant. Giselle thought of knocking again, then

She always wears black or dark skinny jeans. Although, BAM! She wears crazy shirts like, galaxy shirts with cats flying, and skull T-shirts. She even had a galaxy bookbag and converse, but they wore out. She wears converse’s, chokers, and rings. She doesn’t have much hair style looks, but she cut her hair really short and it fits her perfectly. I love seeing her face better! Time for studying! I freak out when we have algebra

all were completely different. Timmy was the smart one he wore a black jeans with a white and sweat shirt that was blank. George was strongest of the pigs who was always at the gym and wore grey sweatpants and a blue t-shirt that said That Guy. Henry was in love with cars he knew everything when it came to cars he wore Blue jeans blue shirt and a blue hat and his favorite car was a 1934 Ford V8 sedan. They all were pink and short and none of them ad money so they became bank robbers. “Hey hand me

Every year I get this feeling. The knots in my stomach are pulled tighter every time I pass through the narrow rock arch labeled with an aged sign reading, Welcome to the Delta County Fair Grounds. My eyes peer into the distance, and like every year, the park is full of commotion and energy. Kids swinging on the swings, teenagers showing off their new school clothes while sitting on the chipped green tables eating mazzo dogs, and the various types of food stands, complete the atmosphere of the Delta

Twirling her keys around her pointer finger, a tall, dark-skinned girl had placed her hand on a glass door and slotted her keys into their keyhole and locked it, then tucked them back into her jean pocket. She tucked a strand of curly hair that had fallen out of it’s ponytail behind her ear as she turned the sign from open to closed. Turning around, she leaned her back against the shop windows, peered at the rows of flower arrangements along the walls, and sighed. Vivian pulled her apron over her

Trends today, are hardly ever completely new. More often than we may notice, we recycle trends and styles and then add our own modern turns. Even though fashion and style in today's pop-culture is about individuality; we share several similarities with the fashion scene of the 1960’s. Fashion took a everlasting turn in the 1960's and some of our most iconic looks come from the decade. Even though the 60’s are best known as the decade for crazy experimentation; when it came to the world of fashion

and their only son, Stanley. Margaret and Florence were almost like twins. They both had brown eyes and blond hair, Margaret’s hair was straight and long and Florence’s hair was short and curly. Florence was 9 years old and Margaret was 10 years old. Stanley had blue eyes just like Seth. He was 11 years old. He wore blue jeans and a white shirt that was buttoned and tucked in his pants. He also wore a old black belt. He loved hiking. He and his family went hiking twice a week. “Look at this!” Stanley

he rubbed his chin and caressed his beard then brushed the lint and dirt out of it. He brushed his hair and trimmed off the sides of hair hair so he doesn’t get it mixed up with his beard. He gotten dressed in a nice flannel and worn out boot cut jeans with size 14 ankle high boots. His best friend and crush barely woke up and looked over at Kimchie, “morning puppy” he sat up. Kimchie walked over and sat next to him, “morning Wally, sleep well last night?” Wally leaned over and gave him a hug, Kimchie

I was pulled forward so my bottom was perched on the edge of the sofa. I grabbed at his Bad Boy jeans and professionally whipped open his buttons in one swift flick of the fingers. His sweet aroma of Brut and smoke hypnotised me as his yellow stained fingers twisted at my nipples, he got turned on at the small amount of milk lubricating his movement

complexion glistened in the sun in the picture. A face like the fire-gold glow of dawn—utterly mesmerizing. His face was constructed perfectly and his lips were a perfect peach. I could get lost in his flaming amber eyes. He was wearing ripped dark denim jeans paired with a simple V-neck white tee. A tattoo of a rose took up the lower half of his left arm, in a way that was rebellious yet classic and vintage. He was surrounded by nature, yet he was the most beautiful thing in the image. The boy’s blindingly