September 2001

Chapter Three:This Hospital bed isn 't big enough for the three of us (I suppose I could sleep in the car or the floor) "HEY HOUSTON ARE WE THERE YET!?!" Brendon yelled over the loud radio playing in the car. "WHAT???" Houston shouted out, didn 't catch what Brendon just said. "I SAID- Oh nevermind." Brendon shoots his hand up in a 'just forget about it ', it wasn 't even worth trying. "YOU HAVE A BONER?" Oh, what the fuck? "The fuck?" Ryan whisper-yelled. "I don 't even wanna know."

Jada and her mother were sitting in the restaurant enjoying lunch. However, Rebecca could sense there were some things weighing heavily on her daughter’s mind. She inquired, “Jada? What’s going on?” Laughing nervously, “What are you talking about, mom?” “You seem preoccupied.” Jada looked down at her salad for a moment. Realizing she wasn’t very hungry. She responded on a sigh, “Mom, I’m just trying to work things with Maxwell. It’s so hard.” Rebecca nodded, “Tell me about it.” Jada explained

This child, lets call him, Jack. With no control at all, Jack was fortunate enough to be born into high-income country, like New Zealand Then there’s, Jill. With the same amount of control as Jack, he added to the total of 10,368 children born into poverty a day. That’s one child, every 1.2 seconds Jack has a 1 in 165 chance of dying before he’s 5. Jill on the other hand is not so lucky and the odds of him reaching his 5th birthday are 1 in 6. Everyone was born into and are living in circumstances

There are some people out there who are great friends, but a select few are truly special. I have a lot of friends like this, but I’ll be writing about the most prevalent one in my life. Sarah Krelle, the girl who was my best friend, helped me through depression and bullying,and even saved my life. Yes, this essay is about my struggles with depression, bullying, and suicidal thoughts, but it’s also a story of friendship. Let me start from the beginning of the story. Sarah and I met during the cast

Most people live in houses with a strong family. Most people live in a house with a rotary dial. Most people ride down the streets in their colorful vintage cars. But me, Jenn Johnson, I live on a large old red farm with my mother, chicken and cows, that I like to call my fellow friends. I wake up in the morning, feed the chicken and cows, and yodel my favorite lullabies, such as “Baby Mine” by Bette Midler. I love many things, but there is nothing I cherish more than my mother. My mother and I

In order to answer the question "how to find your path in life", first of all I'd like to clarify that finding your path in life is different AND MORE IMPORTANT than finding your purpose in life... When people talk or explore finding their purpose in life a lot of them have ideas on their purpose, but they don't know where to start. Or a lot of other people make passion lists, do's and dont's list but they still are not able to find their purpose. Or people question themselves "is this what I am

Drew Meyer Taler’s Adventure Once upon a time, there was a tiger named Taler who lived in the Jungle of Mystery. The Jungle of Mystery has flowers of many colors. Taler really liked the blue flowers that grew alongside the cliff. That cliff looked over the waterfall. Her sister, Tara, said, “Now Taler, do not go near that cliff.” Taler heard what her sister said, but she did it anyway, and everyday Taler would get closer and closer to the edge of the cliff. “Now Taler, do not go near that cliff

Entry 3 3069, I wish I knew your name. Then, I could call you by it. Maybe you'd wake up if I called your name. Maybe it'd help you remember. A teacher once told me, "there's nothing quite so musical to one's ear as their own being called to them". Sounded corny at the time, but--now--I sometimes whisper my own name in the dark. I'll play this game where I disguise my voice and pretend that it's someone else. Sometimes, I see Pluto in here. My dog. I guess it's a hallucination of some sort--or

Xion emerged from the dark portal into an alley. 'It's super quiet...' Wasking out of the alley, she found day that the main square outside of the Collisuem was empty. 'Where is everyone?' She wondered. She decided to stroll around out in the open, searching for anything that seemed out of place in the ancient world, though her mind was elsewhere. 'Xemnas didn't really explain what an absent silhouette was. I know a silhouette is like a shadow, so the absence of a shadow? What could that look like

Elaina, I don’t even know where to begin. Lets just start out with me saying that I am going to miss you so much. I can’t even explain how much it’s going to hurt me when you leave. I’m beyond glad that you became such a big part of my life this year. You’ve constantly been there for me and I couldn’t ask for a better friend. Okay, so let me just talk about how much of a kind, loving, “well mannered”, and beautiful girl you are. You are always there when I need someone to talk to or someone