October 2001

Just because there’s a pretty face doesn’t mean there is a pretty heart inside. A person can be good on the outside and evil on the inside, or evil on the outside and good on the inside. I feel that our peers are quick to judge others when it comes to knowing who is good and who is evil without learning the person and knowing who they actually are and they are easily influenced. A person that is evil can change to good with good influences around them, or a good person can change to evil with

"Mamie, can you pass me the salad?" I asked my grandmother, as we sat eating dinner together. She immediately passed me the salad. "How was school, sugar?" she asked me. That was her nickname for me, because when I was five, apparently I used to eat sugar right out of the sugar jar she kept in the pantry. "It was good. I got an A in my pre-calc exam today," I replied, grinning. "Perfect," she answered. "I 'm so proud of you, Gigi. But did those girls – Ivanna, Bess, and Emilie – bother you again

Once upon a time in a kingdom far away there lived a king and Queen who wanted a child of their own. The next day there was a miracle, the Queen was going to have a baby but the Queen was too ill to have the baby. The King was worried that his wife will pass so will the baby if he don 't do something about it. The King ordered the maids to watch over his wife while he looked for a cure for her illness in the kingdom. He got a group of soldiers that same day to find a cure for his wife to get better

“Amanda? I’m home!” Called Linda James as she burst through the door carrying an armload of grocery bags. “I need help putting the groceries away.” “Coming mom!”, was heard from a room in the back of the house. Linda’s fourteen year old daughter came running through the door to the kitchen of their small home in Albuquerque. She had a thrilled look on her face as the grabbed a can of green beans and put them in the cupboard. “If I knew you got this excited about canned green beans, I would have

I am going to try to write this in hopes of expressing my feelings for you, but that will be a monumental task because I know that there is no way that I will be able to fully express how happy you make me feel. I feel privileged and blessed to have met you. I am so euphoric now, and it 's all because of you. I can 't stop thinking about you, and you always manage to plaster a smile on my face. You bring to me immeasurable joy, and your warmth and caring gives me the feeling that the best is still

Once upon a time... I was studying. That 's how I believe it all started anyway. It was late in the evening, and I was studying for my French test. I know, the language of love, supposedly. Well, for some reason this magical language hasn 't done much for me in the last three months. My name is Arianne and I 'm a nineteen-year-old Harvard student. My major is foreign studies and I literally have absolutely no social life. That 's right, no life. Does that seem strange to you? A student who goes to

I’m in Disney World, Orlando Florida. I’m dressed as Cinderella. Everyone smiles down at me in a fond gaze. My dad’s eyes twinkle as he holds my hand and my mother smiles brightly when she takes my picture on the Polaroid. I’m fuming. What I aspired wanted to be was Jack Sparrow. “How on earth,” I thought, “am I supposed to do anything cool in this ridiculously tight blue dress?” Nothing. Absolutely nothing. We step onto the Disney Rail Road. There were a few people in our section. I thought nothing

Gaudy eyes. Chapped lips. Pale speckled skin. Hair matted against my skull. I am physically and emotionally a mess but there is nothing to been done about it. Sighing, I reach my hands underneath the numbingly frigid flow of water and splash my face repeatedly. If I could I 'd just skip out on school today I most definitely would, but as life has it it 's the second semester of my senior year and I need to actually show up. I shouldn 't let a relationship or lack thereof stop me from getting good

I want to so bad, I want to push. My thumbs ache with tension, and anticipation. They know what is to come, they want it to come. My chest is heaving now, like a mad man’s. Am I mad? I am pushing now. Pushing my dirt clustered thumbs into the sockets of her eyes. She is awake now. The pain she must be feeling is unfathomable. The juices of her eyes are watering out now, dripping ever so closer to the rust dusted floor. I push deeper, harder, with more purpose now. I know what I am doing, but never

I had some money left over and I was playing a game. I had a crate (something you open up with a key, which costs money) and I wanted to open it. I bought a key and opened the crate. Within the crate, there a various items with different price points. I managed to get something worth $20 (real money), “No way! Drew, Drew! I just got a 20XX!” I said in excitement. “Really!? Oh my gosh! Let me see it!” Drew exclaimed. “Dude! Let's go into a game with it and let's see how it looks on my car!” The chance