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listening, I whisper “Asha” so I don’t forget it. The little act of defiance gives me a drop of hope. When I was 15, I was given an arranged marriage to a 32-year-old fan maker named Abd Al-Rashid. My family anticipated that now I was liberated from the poverty-stricken life that had plagued us for centuries. I felt anything but liberated. Tension gripped my stomach as the day crept closer and eventually it came. It was the day that I would leave my family and everything I had grown to love. My mother

That girl be running her mouth way to much. I tried to keep my peace, but she was feeling jumpy" Safaye one of my students ranted about some other girl I caught her fighting. I swear these children these days. This girl know she can't afford anymore suspensions, but she steady wanna fight these little chicken head thots. Yeah I'm being harsh, but its the truth. Jefferson high is filled with chicken heads and wanna be thugs. Its crazy! It took me and 2 security guards to get this girl off of

Anna growled when she checked her phone for the past 5 minutes. She was waiting for Tyler to text her back. Tyler “Ty” Bernal was Anna’s other half, they have been talking for nine months and have never met in person. They were two complete opposites, Anna was artistic and a singer while Tyler was an intelligent guy who wanted to be a biochemist. She was more outgoing than him, but he was less paranoid. They have fallen in love with each other. Anna was about to fall asleep when she heard her phone

For free to thousands in every major city in America on June 10th. People across America are asking what is the cure? I have said this before, but I will say it again, 'Only the government knows what the cure its. They are being very hush hush about it. If I knew what the cure was I would tell you.' The president said this a few days ago, 'I can't tell you what the cure is. All I can tell you is this, the cure is the answer to any problem you may have.' People across America are scared. They worry

“El-I-ZA! ELIZA CLARE GALE!! Get your sorry ass here now!” 2 minutes. I’m only 2 minutes late and she starts yelling for me. It just shows how much she needs me to do her work. If I left for a week, when I return, she’ll be laying on the floor with cracked nails and pimples in her flawless skin. I run into my mistress’ room carrying the large tray of nail polish. The tray consists of different colours like red, blue, green, yellow, purple, pink, peach, hot pink, scarlet, aqua, grey, and brown, indigo

snuggled in the corner. I watched them, my eyes sagging. The two on the end were small - they were so close, they were almost one. Another stayed away, larger, more eager looking. It slowly floated to the pair, inching closer and closer. The two sailed off, around and around, chasing each other, until finally, the big bubble caved. Pop! I couldn’t hear it, but I knew what it would sound like. The two bubbles soon morphed into one. Large, just like the other one. Soon, it too popped. I couldn’t help but

of its making. I have chosen Sally Mann as my artist as she is an extraordinary photographer that went against the grain to create something completely different. She has a strange way of making outstanding, personal imagery. She inspires my own work because of her ability to see things others would not. Sally Mann photographs the things that she is closest to. “The things that are close to you are the things you can photograph the best, unless you photograph what you love, you’re

However, he still maintained a focus on what he was doing. He fiercely acted out his lines while still having fun and being himself. Simon, the human embodiment of a golden retriever, sat in the far back corner next to us. His shaggy dark blonde hair bounced on his forehead when he spoke, and the bouncy puppy-dog attitude became apparent. The constant drumming of his pencils, fingers or feet filled the air with a rhythmic beat that drove everyone insane. Adding to the insanity, just like a dog

unexpectedly roused Casey from a restless sleep. Holding her breath, she listened. The soft rumble of thunder that echoed in the distance or the whirr of the overhead ceiling fan couldn’t diminish the faint sound of someone softly breathing. The air felt ten degrees colder than it should as she shivered under the covers. Was the black entity back? She prayed not. Paralyzing terror had her lying motionless with her eyes closed as she strained to hear the slightest noise. A deep sigh of regret and the

the small room, all squirming in their plastic chairs, excited that they were going to stars in Pankyland the Movie. Except for me, that is. My knees knocked against each other like I had to go to the bathroom, but not because I bubbled inside. This small room felt like they had the AC set on the polar bear setting. I yearned for a jacket. All the other kids held a copy of the movie script and read it to themselves, most moving their lips and mumbling to themselves. Craig, my nine-year-old little