August Rush Character Analysis

August Rush Character Analysis
I've always felt that my parents do exist in this world, although I lived in an orphanage with many
kids for almost twelve years. They tried so hard to convince me that my parents are dead and they
just left me forever. But I didn't believe them and I was feeling their existence through the nature
sounds "Music". It is not easy to believe in something that you didn't see physically although I felt
by my heart them every single morning and night. It's just the same when you believe that god exist
in this world.
Music was and always will be in my blood. I inherited it from my parents who were such great
musicians. My mother "Lyla" is a renowned and beautiful cellist .She plays in several countries and
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She was generous and wasn't selfish of keeping what she knows for herself. She wanted to give her
knowledge to others, her students loved her because she treated them with love, like a mother with
her child.
After my father stopped singing and playing music, he became a business man. He was making
good money, because he was smart and talent . Music helped him in his carrier because it made him
creative and everything depends on creativity in business . However, my father didn't care much
about the money, he thought of his happiness. Even, he didn't find it with others or with music .He
wanted his only lost love my mother. Then he decided to look for my mother, so he wanted to play
music again. He felt that music will bring them together again. Although the financial situation of
my parents was good, they were not happy and we were all separated at that time.
I was lost in New York down town. I was almost twelve years old who is lost in city where even
adults think it's a dangerous place. It was the scariest and existing experience that I lived in my life.
People were passing by me and not even looking. What in the world is happing in that city? I was
wondering if those people really humans. Some people were homeless have nothing to eat while
others are have very expensive cars, it's was obviously a cruel world even for a young boy like me. I
met some
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It Began During The Summer
It began during the summer. There was an average height young lady, Noel. She was too afraid to
show her true self; afraid that people will make fun of her. At this moment, her favorite thing to do
was chatting with people because only on social media will she have the courage to show her true
self. Like any average 16 year old, Noel longed for the perfect guy. Ever since she was little; reading
about true love, and hearing about true love. It gave her hope that one day she'll find someone just
like the gentlemen in the books. Of course, she knew, "fairy tales" at the age of sixteen? Pretty
foolish. Yet, as she matured, Noel finally realized she'd never find that "perfect guy" at her age.
Then, one day, Noel met the guy. His name was Austin. He was the sweetest, handsomest guy. After
talking to him for a while, she learned he went to the same school as her; furthermore, she knew he
was different from others that she tried to get to know. Austin acted like a "prince charming" figure.
Noel would get online every day and talk to him until one day he asked for her phone number. He
said, "It would be easier for us to communicate." She quickly gave him her number, and he signed
off, "Goodnight sweet girl. Talk to you in the morning." The next morning was the happiest day of
her life. Austin texted Noel saying she should get online because he has something that he wanted to
tell her. And at the speed of light, she rapidly got online. He inquired; a question she's been waiting
for.

The Person Who Changed My Life
The person who has change my life
Who has been a influence to you? Mom, dad, or anyone in your life? Well, there always that
someone or person who has or had influenced you or even changed your life during you past years
in your life. My influence is my one and only father. My father has influenced me in so many ways
that has actually changed my life. The main three ways were for me to keep on task, keep safe and
stay out of drugs and, and mostly, to believe in yourself.
First of all, school is a hard thing to concentrate on. When homework gets too hard, my dad is
always there to help me when I need the help the most on schoolwork or anything that I am having
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He has told me before was to believe in yourself no matter what and to not worry about what people
say because that just means that they are jealous about you and want you to believe that you are not
good enough to do something that you really want to do. He has also told me to do what I want to do
than someone forcing me to do it. This influence had made me to talk to more people and get to
know them and also to get to know new things that I did not even know that I was possible to do.
This has also made me able to do things that I want like any sports or anything I want and ignore the
people that are negative about my ways.
After all, my father is an inspiring person to me, he loves me for who I am and what I do, but he
wants me to be a successful man in the future life. He is trying to use his knowledge to make my
knowledge better and make it easier on me with school. What he does for me I respect it fully. The
things he does for me, as in like loving, caring, and helping my feature, I respect it so much. My
father always tells me that "If you stay on task, keep safe, and have fun on something you like or
even love, keep on going for it and you will be able to accomplish anything and will be able to do
and it will be able to help your future family, your family now, people who you love, and others that
need you when they need you. Do what you want to and be happy of what you have and you might
get

A Small Town About Twenty Miles Out Of San Francisco
In a small town about twenty miles out of San Francisco, there lived a girl named Megan. Megan
was just an ordinary 16–year–old. She was the only child of Debby and Max Watson. She had a
boyfriend named Duke, who she thought was the sweetest guy ever to exist. Megan and her mother,
Debby, shared a special bond that no one else had, not even her and her boyfriend. Megan and her
mother looked significantly alike. Megan and her mother both had beige blonde hair with light blue–
green eyes. They were alike in ways other than physical appearance, too. They had their differences
in life but they were two peas in a pod. Megan felt like she could tell her mother anything and
everything, but all that would change in the matter of one day.
I slammed the door shut behind me as I flopped on my bed. Mom and I had the biggest argument
ever. I knew that dad had been cheating for awhile now. He begged me to tell her that it was a one
time thing. The funny thing about all of this is that I actually believed him. It didn't happen again for
awhile and just when I thought things changed between us, he does it again. That was my last straw.
I told mom and she tried to tell me that their marriage was fine and nothing could tear them apart.
She told me, "Your father cheating on me isn't the thing that is going to tear apart our marriage." I
didn't know what she meant, but I had nothing else to say to her.
I heard a knock on the door a few minutes later. Mom asked me to open the door so we could

I Can 't See My Mom
I can't see my mom! Where is she? I can 't hear your voice, Mom. I try to find you, to see you, to
hold you, but I can 't find you! Why did you leave me mom? Porque te fuiste Mama and left me
alone in this world?
I was sick and recently had an appendix operation and my grandparents were taking care of me. I
was seven years old. I always asked them when my mom would come back and they answered,
"Soon. Soon. Don 't worry, she will come soon. What matters is that she is always blessing you
wherever you are." They always explained to me that my mom left to another place when I was one
month old and they were the ones who raised me. But, she went to another country to work for a
better life for me and my sister. I never understood why my mom left the country. I wanted to feel
my mother close to me. My appendix surgery was delicate and it was paining me so much. I was
afraid of dying without knowing her. I was always saying "Oh yes to give me a better life" but why
she does not get any job here in the country. What is the problem?
Over the years I grew up, I had the opportunity to meet her and share beautiful moments together in
the Dominican Republic. But, when the day came for her to leave the country, I was feeling sad
again.
One of my future dreams was someday living with my mom. One day that dream was fulfilled. At
age of 15 years old, I left everything behind in my country, the Dominican Republic, to start a new
life with my mother in the United States. I thought my life was

It 's Not Quite A Mystery
It 's not quite a mystery From the moment I saw you across the room, I was hooked by the color that
sparkled in your eyes. Even to this day I can pinpoint that as the second I fell in love with you. But
you didn 't know I existed, and I didn 't know how to make you see me. I 'm the one who 's insecure
After all, how could a girl like you ever like someone of my characteristics? I don 't exactly excel at
anything. I 'm just the girl in the corner, the one who exists only in the shadows of people 's
memories. There 's no proof of it though, no photos, no conversations. Sometimes I think people
question if I 'm real. You 're the one that makes believe But you, you 're an angel. A creation of the
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I never liked being vulnerable before this moment. When we 're both fighting just to stay, to stay
alive Your gaze landed on my wrists, on scars from when I was too dumb to create the graveyard in
a hidden place. The flash of pain across your face was like you were being struck by lightning: it
came and left in an instant, but that single moment hurt so badly. You tugged at the ends of your
sleeves, letting your hands be swallowed by the fabric as if they are too self conscious to be seen.
But why would you be so afraid to show yourself to the world? You 're perfect.... A fragile state of
mind Do you.... No... That I can 't quite survive The thought of you going through the same hell I am
caused pain to rip through my body in a way that the razorblade 's kiss couldn 't recreate. I shook my
head sadly and covered my scars with my hand, as if not being able to see them would make them
disappear. You yanked your sleeves further, engulfing your fingertips in their safety before turning
and running from the room. All eyes followed your escape, concerned at why their angel was
falling. The only way out of here is the way I 've avoided for all my life I needed to find you. I didn
't know you at all, but the thought of you being in pain broke me in ways I knew only you would be
able to fix. Your happiness... I wanted to hold you and yet I knew you probably wouldn 't want me
to. I 'd always swore to stay away from feelings, because people only hurt me in the end but you,

The Boy With The Green Eyes
The Boy With the Green Eyes These are the twists and turns of Charlie Waddock's life. Charlie is
seven years old with red hair and bright green eyes just like his mom who loves Charlie to death.
Charlie and his mother have an unbreakable bond; Charlie's dad however is a no good drunk that
thinks liquor comes first. One evening on the way home from a workout with a friend Charlie's
mother, Angela, is hit by a drunk driver now no one knows except for me and you that this driver
was Charlie's dad, Francis. Charlie is at home with grandma just watching movies he has no idea
that his life would now be changed forever. Charlie's dad ran and he ran fast and far away of course
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I hope you liked it mom. I'm going to bed for the night love you, talk to you tomorrow. Love
Always, Charlie August 26 9:31 pm Mom, grandma took me to town today we had ice cream and
saw a movie. Today was a good day, I have not even cried today. I talked a little today. I am trying
really hard mom. Okay I am going to go, good night. Love Always, Charlie August 27 9:32 pm
Today was real bad mom, I felt like dying again.... I don't know how to feel anymore. Sometimes I
just can't breath or think or know what is going on at all. I need you to be here with me, to help me
go through this, does everyone feel this way? Mom I haven't talked all day and people look at me
with such sad eyes when they see me, I know it's because they see you but I have to live with that
everyday. Every time I look in the mirror all I see is a pathetic kid with no parents. Where is my
dad? Why did he leave me too? Without one parent wasn't enough for him? Mom I need help and I
don't know how to get it. I've never known dad because you said there was always "work" for him to
do but what is more important than us? I don't know mom I'm over today so I'm going to bed. Love
Always, Charlie August 28 9:33 pm Grandma says I should do things in town more so I guess I am
going to try it out. She said there is a really nice park that has lots of nice kids there I can make
friends with. No one wants to be friends with a mute mom. I wouldn't want to be friends with me
either... Goodnight.

The Death Of The New Year
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, HAPPY NEW YEAR!" two voices shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the
luminescent streets of Sydney below. Two girls in their early twenties sat, their bodies intertwined as
they gazed at the impenetrable wall that surrounded the city, both wishing that the New Year, 2057,
would bring a change to their lives. Their expressions betrayed their exuberance despite their
heartbeats racing in fear. The illegality of their relationship fuelled their passion, for the two were
lovers, inseparable despite knowing that upon discovery of their relationship they would be executed
before the world as a warning against homosexuality. But they didn't mind, their love was nothing to
be ashamed of and they didn't care about the consequences. They had their moment, and although
short, it was perfect.
"I spoke to a friend. He said he can arrange a transport to take us out," said one, her voice soft,
tickling the ear of the other whose smile widened in response. "Just think, Jordan. Soon we won't be
forced to live like criminals, hiding in alleyways and dark corners so that we cannot be seen,
concealing our faces so our genders are kept hidden."
The one whose name was Jordan closed her eyes and pressed her lips against the other's cheek in a
small but loving gesture. "When can we leave?"
"Tomorrow."
"Really!? Tomorrow! Oh Nora, that's amazing!" Jordan shifted her arms so that she could cup Nora's
face in her hands. They gazed into each other's eyes, unblinking and

William Shakespeare 's ' The Bed '
I looked at Lyon laying in the bed. I knew that this was Lyon, because everyone told me so. But the
boy before me with the tubes running into his nose, and the translucent skin was not the boy I knew.
My Lyon was robust, overweight vibrantly healthy and possessed of a spirit that would cause him to
get up from his chair and dance across the room even if he was alone. The boy before me could
barely breathe. His body was nearly lost in the sheets of the bed and he didn 't move. He sucked in
air through a tube in his throat and the machines pushed the oxygen into him in a rhythmic tempo
that was almost irritating. The machines around him hummed and made faint noises that filled the
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A tear fell from my cheek and struck his chin. Another tear slipped out of his eye and trailed down
to the pillow. He looked at me with an intensity that finally told her that yes, this was the boy she
knew as her friend; maybe more and I wrapped myself around him, tears flowing freely. I felt the
chuffing of a chuckle from his throat and chest. "It takes much more to kill me." I pulled myself
away and looked into his eyes; now listless, dull and faded. I let out a breath and told him
everything. From his own condition to the development with the Pentagon. "I am not staying here
while you risk everything," Lyon argued, "I'll learn how to walk again." "This has nothing to do with
walking or the Pentagon or my own safety. I have to help Konnor and Jemima and everyone at the
Rebellion. I am the only person who knows the secrets that the Pentagon has locked away. I am their
key. I don't need anyone else to die." Lyon's hand grabs ahold of my arm, "I don't need you to die."
"They're not going to kill me." "How do you know? Is there any way for you to know?" I keep my
mouth shut. Lyon's eyes linger on me and I push his hand away, lifting myself off the bed. "You are
going to live, without one leg, but I want to keep it that way. You need to stay here." My voice
began to rise. I began to yell at him. We were fighting. "Why? Why do I need to stay behind
when–," "Because I," I stop myself and catch my breath. I bring my voice back down and clear my
throat, "Because I

I 'm This Is It Then?
"I guess this is it then?" My chin starts to tremble. "For now, babe," her voice breaks. Despite my
stooped posture, I lean in and give her the tightest hug I have ever given her. "Thank you so much
for everything!" My words muffle against her shoulder. Our clutch is both strong and weak at the
same time. Strong, because of the resolve we have in this friendship, but weak because we are
unsure of the next time we'll see each other again. "You know, I'd do anything for you, Dana!" Tears
start flowing down both our faces. "I know, I know. Me too," I cry. Amy eases out of the hug, but
keeps both hands gripped around my drooping shoulders, "We'll see each other again, soon. I don't
know how, but we will." I stare distantly into her eyes and ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net
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But I suppose that's what has kept us so strong throughout the years. "Before I go, I want to give you
something," she heads over to the dining room and grabs her bag. She strolls back in and greets me
with a warm smile, "Here, take this," she passes me a small picture of us two when we younger. Any
chance or hope of my cascading tears stopping is thrown out the window, "I don't know what to
say..." "There's nothing to say. I got it printed before you came up here, I thought it would give you
strength when you needed it," her eyes begin to fill with tears too. I gaze back down at the picture in
my hand. I remember the day it was taken so vividly as well! We went up to our usual spot in the
hill, with another friend at the time and took loads of snapshots. It was a sweet summer's day, we
were probably around fifteen years old. No boys, no jobs, no bills, nothing. Just us and the world.
Geez, what I wouldn't give to go back to those days! "I'm going to keep this safe, thank you! I love
it, I really do," I lean in and give her one final hug. "I love it too! I'll be keeping mine close to me as
well," her arms squeeze me for the last time. "Go and be happy, and like I said... we'll see each other
again soon. I don't know how, but we will," her lips press together to omit a reassuring smile.
Despite my aching chest telling me to not let her go, I know in my heart I need to. Dean and I need
to do this, tonight! Amy grabs her coat and bag before leaving the

Descriptive Essay About My Grandmother
My grandma has always been my best friend ever since I could speak.Saturday was the best day of
the week. We walked into Steak and Shake, while the smell of grease filling our noses. We would
chat about anything as we waited for our food, but we didn't order milkshakes. After that, we went
right across the street to Coldstone, and I got a cotton candy ice cream with gummy bears. The ice
cream was sweet and creamy. We moved over to Starbucks where coffee and we talked with my
aunt about anything you could imagine. Then, we left in my grandma's small red car with no music,
just laughter and memories that will last forever. Things changed as I aged and my cousin were
born, but we were still best friends. When I was upset I called her, when I ... Show more content on
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I kept my composure until I realized she would never be the same.
The next day my mom and I visited her in the ICU. Her normally wrinkly olive skin, was this pale
white. Her blue eyes that usually shimmered with life were now this dull midnight blue. This
amazing women was so lifeless and confused. Five minutes passed and I needed to leave. The
waiting room was filled with anxious people, just as worried for their loved ones. My grandpa who
is usually filled with life was filled with anxiety. My uncle, who is this strong no emotion kind of
guy, was hurting. You could see it in his eyes, wishing he spent more time with her or said
something different. As his look was the same as mine.
I sat away from everybody and my mind was trying to focus on different things. I wanted to be
isolated where nobody could talk to me or see me in this state of vulnerability. My uncle and
grandpa tried to talk to me, but they knew it was no use. My mom returned and I was whining, I just
wanted to leave. Leave all of the guilt, devastation behind in this hospital and wake up with my
grandma still being my best friend. That didn't happen. I woke up and it was a Sunday. My mom
went back to the hospital, but I stayed home,I couldn't go back after seeing her like that.
About a week later she moved into another hospital room. She started speaking again but more
words than sentences. My whole family visited her. Cramming in a small room that smelled of
sickness.

My Speech
"Hedy. Hedy? Hedy!" My director said as he tried to gain my attention. I was shooting my one
hundredth movie today and I was very bored. "Yes John?" I asked "I need you hear under the
moonlight," He said I can 't do this right now, my head was throbbing. "Sorry, I can 't I need to go
home. My kids are waiting and I don 't very well," I said with hope he would say that I could go
home. After all I am here all day every day. "Okay that is fine. Be here early tomorrow so we can get
a head start," He said with ignorance. I left with it being completely silent. It was pouring outside.
The rain was pounding on the roof as if it was trying to get in the building. My head was racing
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I 've never told anyone before about this. "Why would you want that? Most people would love a title
like yours. Stick with it," he said with a tone in his voice "When you get out would you mind
signing an autograph?" He asked with a smirk. "I usually would but I don 't do good to those like
you," I replied with a bigger smirk. "Ouch!" I heard my son say. "What was that?" I said. "Nothing, I
want to go out tonight I 'll see you at eleven thirty," my daughter said. "Wait! I just got here," I said
"Why are you home so early?" My son questioned. "I thought of a great idea for an invention
today!" I said. "Ugh, Mom it 's never going to work. Stop trying please," my daughter rudely said.
"Just leave please," I said hurt. I went down to the basement and started working on my invention it
took all night but the next morning I think I did something great. I was planning on going to the
navy today to present it. "Excuse me how can I help you?" The navy chief 's secretary asked me.
"Um.. Can I talk to the head chief please?" I asked. "Of course, and aren 't you Hedy Lamar? Are
you back with another invention? You don 't seem the intelligent type. I would stop making things so
you don 't embarrass yourself. Focus on your career, " She asked. I was taken back. "Why yes I am!
Thanks for the advice now where can I find him?" I asked annoyed. My eyes started to tear up so I
went to the bathroom and got fixed up. I walked into his office

How I Changed My Life
I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once. I don't really know when it exactly
happened, but somewhere in between our intense eye contact and wiping my tears away as my walls
came down that I spent years crafting, I crashed into you fully and never looked back.
My heart was unguarded, and I gave you all of me. We didn't just hang out. We played. Our souls
were alive – we were like two little kids again seeing the world for the first time – being with you
multiplied all the good in life and changed me forever.
We were complicated people, you and I. We weren't simple. Our minds were analytical and
imaginative and we thought about everything. A lot. We ended up making every situation in our life
about 100x more difficult than it had to be.
We argued a lot. I fought with you at inopportune times, but my anger was fueled by my passion and
emotions for you. I cared. I loved you. I loved all of you. I loved that I was the only one you showed
certain parts of yourself to, you gave me all of you.
I wiped your tears as you spoke of your troubles, there's nothing in this world I loved more than
holding your hand and whispering words of reassurance in your ear, because I knew you weren't
broken, you were just bent. And I loved all your edges, all your roughness. Your imperfections were
perfect to me.
I confronted you a lot. I'm not the type of girl who nods and laughs and is always comfortable, I
wasn 't easy – as in, I didn 't just "go

My Life And My Future
When I was in high school, I wanted to travel to Untied State to study in university there when I
finish the high school, and it was my only wish in my life. All I wanted is go to there and study, but
not all wishes in life anyone could be come true, it should be many things stop in our ways, and
something makes us stop thinking about it and give up. This is our problem we have, but we know
that some of us have a determination and resolve, and we could realize all our wishes without
hesitation. And I was ones of them, I wanted to building my future by my self. The thing that
stopped in my way was my family or rather my father. He thought that travel to united state is so
danger, and I might lose my life if I go over there and no body knows about me. He was thinking
that many danger things could happened to me when I travel there. In fact, he had bad thinks about
united state, and he thought all happens in the American movies are real, and I might be one of the
victims in there. It was difficult to make my father convinced, although he knows there is many
people went to there and came back to their countries safely with their certificate. There was no way
to make my father agree. I was thinking many time to find someone who could talk with him and
make him agree with that. One day I was trying to talk with his friends and tell them what I want.
Some of them wasn't want to do that, because if something happened to me there, my father will
blame them, but some of his friends

A Love Story Essays
I met her two years ago and we did not have much to say at that time. Little did I know that she
would later steal my heart and become an intimate part of my life. As the saying goes "there is
someone for anyone at any time in this life" and I was about to find out that this saying was so true.
I have had a wall built around me and my defense was as a stronghold to protect myself from all the
relationships that have come and gone over the years. I thought that I was meant to be alone in this
old life and happiness was forever gone from me. This wonderful woman I am speaking of is Mary
Doe, and the joy she has given me has revived my hope and faith that I may have finally found love
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"People will only try to take advantage of you if you open the door for them to do so". "Be strong,
be independent, and above all love, love, love when you find someone worthy of your love". Even
my dreams consist of her. Last night I dreamed that I was riding out on the open range and after
around three hours just riding and enjoying the peace and quite of being away from everything I
noticed a figure walking towards me. I was not worried but just curious as to who it may be. When I
drew nearer I could tell it was a woman. I thought to myself why is she out here all alone and
walking. This was horse country and there was nothing for miles around that she could walk too.
When we finally came face to face I could see that she was crying and that tears were coming down
and such a sad look on her face. I dismounted and asked if "I may be of any help? She began to cry
all the much harder and tried to talk but her emotions had the best of her. I took a chance and put my
arms around her and let her cry until there seemed to be no more tears in which she would be able to
shed. When she did finally look at me her eyes were so sad and I took my hand and softly brushed
away the tears flowing down her cheeks. I asked if there was anything I could do for her, and she
said "no, I must handle this my way". "How are you going to handle anything out here all alone and
crying the way you are"? Mary Doe then looked at me and said, "you

Descriptive Essay
I remember that day when I moved into that town. It was a fresh and clear day. The birds were
singing and the sun was shining all over. I had unpacked and had decided to explore around the
place. I went through the shops and the park, and there nothing interested me. I don't know why but,
nothing was interesting. I had walked around and I was pretty sure that I had seen something
shimmering in the sunlight, but when I looked closer, it was gone. Now, I will tell you how I became
this: a ghost. Over the next few days, I was well known with the town, but I had a funny way of
seeing things. I always thought that something was following me around wherever I went, but
whenever I turned, nothing was there. When I was at home alone, I would hear a banging sound, but
when I went to investigate, there was nothing. I could also stare at a wall or something and find a
difficult pattern, or even patterns in the ground. I could read those, and predict something, and
usually that something would come true. A few nights later, something strange happened. I was
sitting in bed, and was just thinking, when suddenly, I heard a voice in my head. I shook my head,
but there was that voice again. It was deep but cool, and I grabbed my head and yelled. I started
crying, thinking that I was going loopy, and fell asleep. It was strange, but stranger things were to
come, of course. It all started when I was walking outside near a cave. The cave was cool, damp,
and a perfect place for me to get away

We All Fall Down And The Permission Of Marina Mcduff
We all fall down
(Inspired by true events. Used with the permission of Marina Mcduff.)
When Sarah's aunt told me this story I thought she was being silly. A long time ago Jane had a new
baby, a new house, and no husband. She was lucky when her sister Eloise offered to come stay with
her and help out, until her husband returned from working in Alberta. The sisters had almost
finished unpacking, but Eloise found one small box, labeled "for the baby," that sat alone in the dark
hallway.
"Jane, what's in here?" Eloise asked.
"I can't remember," Jane said, looking at the label. "Kate's got so much stuff. Open it, and have a
look."
Eloise got a knife and carefully sliced through the red packing tape, and lifted the box's lid. Inside
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"Jane did you put on one of the tapes?"
No one answered her.
Eloise figured Jane had already gone back to bed. She crept into the room, and looked around for the
tape player. The music had already stopped, but Eloise looked around the room anyway.
Kate looked like a cherub asleep in her cot. Black curls fanned her pillow, and Kate pursed her lips
together in a little frown.
"I know," said Eloise, stroking Kate's cheek with her finger. "It's cold, but we'll get that sorted."
Eloise pulled a blanket off a chair, and lovingly covered her niece with it. She then went back to her
own room, and promptly fell asleep.
The next morning Eloise sat with her sister, while Jane fed the baby pureed carrots. Kate resembled
a jack–o–lantern, her face was caked in orange and she was smiling naughtily.
"Jane, did you put on one of the tapes last night?" Eloise asked.
"No, why?"
"I thought I heard music last night."
"You must have been dreaming," smiled Jane. "I wish I slept that well."
"I must have been, I thought I heard a little girl singing."
"Well, I generally prefer more adult dreams, but I guess any good dream will do. I only get pockets
of sleep these days."
"It didn't feel like a good dream," Eloise said.
"Was the little girl trying to kill you?" Jane teased, wiping the baby's mouth with a cloth.
"No, but it sounded odd. Too pretty."
"Well at least the kid wasn't crying," Jane said.
"Yeah," Eloise said, biting her bottom lip.

The Problem Of Voluntary Lapses
It has been long enough and the fury has subsided enough and when I think of you I no longer cry
out in my head that nothing is as it should be. Nothing is, of course, as it should be, but that is
something that we live with now. We accept things. We rearrange. We pull the couch over the stain
on the rug and go about our days like nothing happened.
We go about our lives like nothing happened.
And what is heartache but the refusal to do that? The worry that accepting it will make it not count
anymore. We have seen enough and grown up enough thought enough about living now that I never
want to see the sentences, "it was a mistake," and "oh well," within a paragraph of each other again.
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Platonic late–summer weather. Sunny with a cool breeze. The kind of weather that made you say,
"My god it's nice out;" made you remember all the times you had this kind of day before and had
thought the same thing– "This is perfect. How exactly would you describe perfect weather? Because
this is it."
Those were unfairly beautiful days.
4. The disparity of expectation between the chooser and the chosen, I believe, is the idea that
someone is giving a chance, giving you a break.
I want to remember how I hugged his forearm, like holding his hand just wasn't enough. How your
arm hung so gracefully on my shoulder and mine slinked shyly around your waist. how we felt
formidable walking down the street like that together. Formidable. There is no other word. It felt like
that was all we did, take on city blocks one at a time like they were ours to take. You with your
redeye and cigarettes, me with my cappuccino. How on that last day, I untangled myself from you
and, oh, I was so worried. I asked you if you would call me, would we still talk?" my voice got tiny
and blubbery and of course you said, of course, and you held the back of my neck the way only a
man you're in love with can do the right way– a way that sends shivers up your spine and blankets
you in a wave of security at the same time.
5. Leaning against a brick wall, flip flops, old jeans, chewing gum, staring up at tall buildings and

The Story Of The Homer 's ' My Bed '
Caleb made a pit stop in his parent's room to grab a dry shirt for Marcy before he went to change.
He stood in front of his bedroom and checked his cell; no missed call from Becca. Disappointed, he
opened his bedroom door, flipped the light on, and closed the door behind him. His wet shirt came
off over his head before he tossed it into the hamper like a basketball. A perfect shot! As he turned
around, he noticed his misshaped comforter. "Uh... who's in my bed?" he asked with eyes wide. A
female whispered, "Turn the light off." When Caleb glanced around his room for a clue, he
immediately noticed the absence of Becca's portrait. His eyes drew back to the curvaceous lump
under the covers. "Seriously...who's in my bed?" "Turn the light off," she whispered again. Caleb
sighed impatiently as he walked over to his bed. Slowly, he pulled the covers back. Paige was
sprawled out on his sleek cotton sheets in her pink satin underwear. She performed a seductive crawl
on her knees and faced his shocked expression from the middle of the bed. Caleb staggered back.
"Paige, what the hell are you doing? Get your clothes on!" Paige turned on the charm by flipping her
golden locks to the side. "Caleb, I want you to be my first. Right here, right now, no strings attached.
I want you." she announced with a fiery gaze from her violet eyes. "Paige, I'm taken! You need to
get dressed, and get out of my room." With a moan, Caleb buried his face in his hands. "We've
already been through this..."

My Grandmother
Diamond
I woke up from my nap feeling much better and smelling food I was indeed hungry. I got out of the
bed and headed to my nana room. I pushed open her bedroom door. My nana was sitting up
watching the news. I loved looking at my grandma that way. I was sad because I know in due time
the lord will be calling her home soon. I smiled as I entered her room and went laid in the bed next
to my grandma with my head in her lap. My grandma began running her soft small old fingers
through my hair. My grandma always did that to comfort me and it was her way of saying
everything will be okay.
"How are you baby?" My grandma asked in a low soft tone.
"I 'm okay just hurt" I said lowly I as I let a tear fall.
"It 's that boy isn 't it ?"
"Yes nana I love him so much I feel like I put my all into him how can I find myself again nana?" I
asked as I looked up at my grandma.
"Your finding yourself this very moment I love you baby I want you to know that" my grandma said
then looked towards the doorway.
"Your up I see are you guys hungry?" Cliff asked.
"Yes we are hungry I love you cliff you 've been by my side since we first met and I love you for
that. If could marry the man I 'm in love with it 'll be you. I wish I could live long enough for that to
happen" my grandma said with a smile. I started shedding tears of joy. Because I knew how cliff felt
about my nana. I wish I could have that kind of love with Derrick.
"I love you too Ms Rosanna Marie Johnson if you want to

The Death Of A Fountain
It was hot. So hot, that sweat caused clothes clung to all skin it came into contact with. This sweat
was dripping off her as if it was forced water cascading from a small opening at the top of the head
of a statue standing in the center of a fountain. However, it wasn't a statue standing in the center of a
fountain, but a small child on her knees leaning up against a wall. If this was not the worst bed bell
dream a child receive as a gift, then the horror that came next to mind was told true. There was the
taste of blueberries in her mouth that did nothing to help with the discomfort and had only added
more sorrow to what she was now experiencing. Wherever this hot dark place was and where the
tang of blueberry in her mouth came from, only the gods knew and she was too young to be
recognized by them as one of their servants to ask those questions. This only added to the enormous
mountain of confusion her mind was unsuccessfully trying to sort out. The last thing she
remembered was of a wonderful bed bell dream gift, but it had suddenly turned dark and scary. Her
mother and father both had tears in their eyes and her father more so of the two. She was chosen to
go on a very important adventure, but she had to do so without him. Just the thought of doing
something this important without her father felt terribly wrong. She could not remember a moment
when she did not have her father near. It mattered little if it was to break their fast at dawn, share sun
high

The Importance Of Life : How Will You Be Remembered?
The Importance of Life How will you be remembered? "Just do me one favor, live your life the way
you want and in the best way possible. Do whatever makes you happy and when you think of me,
think of all the good times we had. Please don't dwell on this moment. I am so proud of you. I love
you," spoke my great Aunt Debbie, a few hours before she passed. I will never forget the way her
raspy voice sounded as she layed there in that hospital bed and I layed there in mine. The only thing
between us was a phone and a few hundred miles. If you could do anything to have one more
conversation with a loved one, would you take your chances? Sometimes too often, we don't say the
things we want to say to the ones we love and before we know it, it's too late. If I only had one
chance to speak to my Aunt Debbie again, I would take it and I would tell her how important she
was to me. The first lesson she ever taught me was to always forgive. I will never be able to thank
her enough for showing me that forgiveness is one of the most important things in this life. I would
thank her for always being so kind–hearted and so patient. I remember always going to her house
after school and she could always tell when I had a bad day. When she asked what happened, I
would tell her step by step and when I would finish, she would just sit there and smile at me. After a
few seconds, she would ask if I was still upset. Every time I told her yes, she would explain to me
why I shouldn't be. It's a

My Love for You~
You seem to capture my mind all the time There is never a moment when I don't think about you or
miss your presence.Your love takes over me all the time..My days are like nights when you are not
around. Your love brings the sweet sunlight into my heart. Every moment feels so incomplete
without you. Without you the days and nights are longer. The way you look at me, gives me a taste
of paradise. I know I can always count on you. Thank you for everything. I love you truly, madly
and deeply. I find my heart cascading with your never ending love. You are just everything to me.
You are my life, I cannot live without your love. Love works like magic. Everything seems different.
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May we always stay in love. Thanks for everything, I love you. Kiss me and I will see stars. Love
me and I'll give them to you. Come away with me sweetheart, to a land that far away and unknown,
where it's just you and me with the sun baking our feet and the water wetting our cheeks. Let's spend
the rest of our lives in a paradise like this. I love you sweetheart. You and me Were meant to be You
and me Have a long journey to see You and me Are a couple born free You and me Are bound with
love's canopy! I love you sweetheart. Have I ever told you how deep your eyes are and how supple
your skin is? Have I ever told you how glowing your face is and how gentle your heart is? Stop me
right now with a kiss otherwise I will keep going on and on! You are central theme of my life. The
script and the story of my life is written around you. And trust me, the story of my life is going to be
beautiful! I don't need to pursue happiness. Happiness pursues me because of your presence in my
life. Don't ever go away. Whenever my mind goes from sleep mode to active mode, it boots up with
the thought of YOU! You are the fuel of my life – too much of you could burn me to ashes and too
little of you will be unable to sustain me! I wish I knew some fancy words to pass a heartfelt
romantic message to you but all I know right now is to say with a smile that I love you tons and
tons! The only thing I NEVER EVER want to think about in life is to say goodbye to

Descriptive Essay
He caressed my face tenderly. "I don 't want you to feel uncomfortable in your own home. There is
no reason for me to be here. It is better this way." I murmured sadly. Angrily, he pushed me down
the carpet and between gritted teeth said, "You are not moving out today. There is no rush for you to
move." He said and kissed me again ardently. Moving on top of me, he kissed me eagerly and before
I could form a clear thought he was grabbing my breast, and he pulling my nipples painfully. Not
caring for my discomfort, he slid down to my breast and sucked them hard. I attempted to push him
away, but his hold on me was too strong. He shoved two fingers in my sex forcefully. The sensation
was not pleasant. Frozen in place, I emptied my mind, wanting him to stop, but unable to utter a
word. I did not recognize the man before me. His erection was visible. He kissed me and bit my lips
drawing blood. Knowing I needed to stop him, I pushed hard against his chest attempting to roll him
off me, but he grabbed both of my hands and forced them over my head, gripping them with one
hand and grabbing his shaft with the other to position it in front of my entrance. I knew what was
coming next. Spreading my legs forcefully, he slammed inside me, balls–deep, causing me to
scream. I quickly realized what he was doing. He was making me feel his pain. Showing me how he
was feeling. A tear fell down my temple as I closed my eyes. If this was our goodbye, I refused

Why Do Other Cops Take Bribes? Essay
I have to give the guys directions. No mistakes.
 Yes, but this plan needs me and you. We
haven 't felt that rush in a long time. We have to bring Mondli closer. Don 't put everything we 've
worked for so hard for on the line. 
 – Why do other cops take bribes, then? – Like you 've just
said, our job is very difficult. That 's why sometimes you have to do certain things... so you can take
care of your family. – MaMlambo and Mam 'Madlala fired me. – Are you sure about that? – I was
fired because of you. – What? – I think we should take a break. – There 's no need for that. I 'll fix
this. But the board and the elders of the church... have a problem with your thing with Jojo. So I
wanted to ask that... this gay thing of yours... Please keep it outside the church. – Mother of my
child, when are you coming back? – I 'm coming back today. – Should I pick you up from the
office? – I 'll be alright. I gave you everything I had, and you threw it on the ground... – and stomped
all over it! – I 'm sorry. And then you threw it back in my face. What are you sorry for? Just leave
me alone! Hey. – I 'm exhausted, guys. – This is nothing. Here 's your bag. It 's so heavy. – Do you
guys remember my cousin, Tiny? – Yes, the big one? She was even bigger when she was pregnant.
Her feet were always swollen. All she wore were flip flops. She was always dragging her feet.

 She was so lazy. You could hear her coming a mile away. 
 Are you alright?

The Day At West Hill High School
Shadows Die I 've never been able to go to a month school without ending up in the hospital in some
way. Whether I was the one getting treatment, or seeing a dying family member. I was somehow
always there. I have been bullied for months. I always get called an emo, or I 'm told that I should
just kill myself because I 'm just a waste of space. My parents are highly abusive and they are
drunks, so they thought I was lying when I said I was being bullied. They soon started to see that I
was coming home with marks on me. They transferred me to a new school. Tomorrow was my first
day at West Hill High School on the outskirts of Seattle, Washington. You probably would ... Show
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I didn 't listen, I just wanted to get out of this class, I looked out the window, figuring out my plan to
end everything. The bell rings, and it 's our 10 minute passing period. "You should just die," a girl
with blonde hair, a very expensive manicure, and clothes said to me. I just ignored it. But then
things to a turn for the worse. "Why aren 't you looking at me when I speak to you!" the girl
screamed in my face as she pulled my head by my hair towards her. "I said, kill yourself, nobody
even likes you anyway" That got me. I looked in her eyes, and then I felt a pain in my fist, and the
girl screamed, blood rushing from her nose. "Evelyn, office now!" one of the aids yelled. I walked to
the office, only to find Mason is sitting in the principles part. Week of detention. That 's my
punishment for punching a prep who was telling me to die, what is wrong with people? ~Lunch~ I
walk into detention, crowded with the rebels and no popular jocks and girls to be heard, smelled, or
seen. I then see that the seat next to mason was the only one that was open. "You know, it kinda rude
to stare," Mason says, slightly annoyed by my presence. "Oh, I 'm sorry, I didn 't mean too. I didn 't
realize I was. I am very sorry," I say to him. "It 's fine, by the way, the name is Mason," "I know,"
"So, I hear your in her because you punched the queen bee and

Albanian Pride
Red and black runs in my veins
Everyone fears that it does
Because of you I am me
And because of you I am Albanian
Albanian is what I am
It keeps me going
And because of you
A piece of me is apart you
I am willing to die
To see you fly
The two headed eagle is in my heart
The shqiponja is what I see
And for you ill keep my head up high
And for you I will die I'm proud to be Albanian
Reflection 1
I chose to write about this because this is apart me who I am. And I love the fact that I am Albanian
it means a lot to me. It mean a lot because of the traditions that have been passed down to my
parents to me. But also it means a lot to me because of my cultural had to do to be who we are now.
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Most people love who I am because I am honest and I tell the truth no matter what. But then people
don't like because of that because I tell them exactly what I am thinking about and don't think about
what going to come out of my mouth I just say it. So I think this poem is the best one I wrote
because it shows who and what Albanians are willing to do for their flag.
Reflection 2
A specific element I used that stood out to me was symbol. My symbol in this poem was the two
headed eagle. The two headed eagle means a lot if I didn't show it in the poem. The two headed
eagle means a lot to Albanians it shows who we are and what we are willing to do to defend our flag
if it is put in harm. This helps me establish the purpose of the poem because I want people to know
what we do for the things that we love. This means a lot because we are willing to do anything for
the things that we love even if it risks life or death. Each of the literary elements I used enhanced my
writing because each one represented a meaning in the poem. Symbol showed an object that means

a lot more to us and this helped show how we feel about the things we love. Imagery helped me
develop what's in my veins other then blood I tried to show that the colors of the flag are in my
veins because I am Albanian. Rhyme helped me show a lot because it showed the truth about what
Albanian would do for their country. Rhyme scheme also helped me but some

My Life Under The Skies Watching The Stars With You Essay
Greg, Thank you loving me for who I am. Thanks for making me laugh and smile when i'm sad or
have a bad day. I still get excited when I see your name pop up on my phone. You're always on my
mind You're all I want, all I need. You're my whole entire world. Greg, you know I love you and I
tell you everyday to remind you, but you'll never know how much I love you because my love for
you can't be expressed in words. I know I'm not the best, but I'll always be here for you if you let
me. How I wish that I could spend my whole life under the skies watching the stars with you? You're
the last person I want in my life. No amount of distance, pain, fights or differences in opinion can
break our bond. We're the best of friends and the deepest of lovers. You are on my mind every
second, every minute, every hour, every day and every single time I blink. You fill all the space in
my mind and heart. I love you baby. When I am with you, it feels like a dream come true. I love you.
I cannot find words to tell you how much I love you. You mean everything to me. Please stay by my
side forever. I cannot possibly think of loving anyone else the way I love you. You are my life, I
cannot imagine my life without you. We tease each other, chase each other, irritate each other
terribly but we can never live this life without one another. You mean so much to me. You filled my
life with laughter and happiness . I can't imagine a life without, My head is filled with thoughts of
you. you are in my heart

My Day Of My Volunteering Program At The University Of...
I reluctantly took a step back as I stared at the commodious bleach white building towering above
me. I have not been here for years and I instantly feel my stomach erupt in butterflies. Today was the
first day of my volunteering program at the University of Florida. I stand outside in the clammy
incalescence Florida weather dredging to go inside the enormous superstructure that reads
HOSPITAL in big red letters. My first impulse is to turn around and whisk back home, but all I can
hear is my mother's stern voice saying "You need to this, this opportunity will look amazing on your
college application." I wiped my sweating hands on my dark blue jeans and with all my pugnacity I
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As the elevator doors open I immediately see colorful walls and the greenest carpet I have ever seen.
The nurse looked at me and smiled "This is the pediatric floor, just keep following me." I continued
following the nurse down the hall and as I looked up I saw tiles on the ceiling with different
drawings on each one and different names. We reached two double doors that was opened by a gray
button the nurse pushed. As the double doors open children were revealed, they were no older than
ten years old and looked sick. It did not take me very long to notice tubes covering their small
bodies and as I looked up I saw each of the hairless heads. I gasped as I realized they were cancer
children and notice the yellowish colored chemotherapy drip through their ivs to their fragile bodies.
Immediately I think back to when I was seven years old in the hospital everyday visiting my
grandfather. Walking through those hospital doors seeing my grandpa's hairless head and the pain he
went through. I intensely remembered the grief my family went through when he got cancer and as I
look at these children I would not want them to go through what my grandfather went through. I
assume the nurse saw my facial expression and she said "I guess you didn't know you were going to
working with cancer kids?" I slowly shook my head but the nurse just grinned "Don't be too alarmed
then may look sick and fragile, but that doesn't slow them down. I have come to learn that

Why I Should Be Staff For A Various Amount Of Rule Breakers
I would like to be staff for a various amount of reasons. On Pistonmc, I believe that I can help out
the server, Punish hackers, mute spammers, and stop any amount of rule breakers. I can assure you
that I will keep very active on this server and do the best I can to help the server out in any way! I
can even record, I record staff series. I was on Para daily to record my Staff Series Let 's Plays. So I
can be on here daily helping out the community and still be making videos. To make my fans and
the players happy. I love helping out people. I spend half of my day in support rooms and in game. I
can come into Teamspeak daily to help out the people that do. I usually play on minecraft 6–8 hours
a day on weekends, and 3–4 hours on weekdays ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Thank you for your time and reading this application. Have a wonderful day! What is your job as
Moderator you may ask? Well I feel as my job as Moderator would be is overall doing my best to be
promoted. I feel like I need to work hard and prove that I am worthy to be on the staff team. I feel
like my job as staff is to prove to the community that I am a good staff member and I know what I
am doing. Trial–Mod means that I have to be active, help out other people. Even though I might not
get mod. I can still help out the server to my fullest ability. I feel that when I get Moderator I can do
alot of stuff to help players .–Moderator I don 't only want it for power, I only want it to help out this
fantastic community. Moderators in my opinion need to show that they can beat all of the
hackers/rule breakers in the community. I don 't want to be a mod just for the fame or the power. I
want staff to show that I am a helpful player and that I can be active and put myself to good use on
this staff team. Even thought this isn 't look or that detailed it doesn 't matter. All that matters is in–
game. Not an application, applications are to get you a position but not to show how good you really
are at being staff. You can be the best writer ever, and be the worst staff ever. All I need is a chance
at this spot to prove to you that I am worthy of Moderator. You may ask why should we pick you
from other people? Well I think you should

I Have Found Myself Boarding The Line Of Depression
so i have found myself boarding the line of depression. I am at the point where I come home angry. I
dont enjoy my job anymore. I wish I could find my passion for it again. I am 26 with no degree. I
have a husband that i love but i feel as if i am not good enough for him. we dont share common
interest. he loves guns, politcal debates, working out, drinking, and he loves to learn new things. he
has such a open mind to new things and sometimes, i find it intimidating. he is never shy or afraid to
try new things. i wish i could have just a ounce of that. i am not a dull person but im not very
exciting either. i fear change. i have a short temper. i doubt myself so much, im afraid of trying new
things for fear at failing. i dont like looking, well feeling, stupid infront of other people. i dont think
highly of myself. i may seem confident of the oustide, but when i hear a slight comment or
something i find negtive about myself, i can feel my soul crack more. i find myself fighting back
tears 90% of the day. i feel like i unable talk to my husband. i know he loves me but he lacks
emotions to feel or understand something like that. i feel as if he would just kinda giggle at me for
trying to explain the way i feel. mind you im not the best with words when it comes to stuff like
that. i have always had to hide my depression because no one takes it serious. how do you explain
things when you youself cant understand things. when it comes to trying to have converstations with

Essay about The Loss of My Uncle
February twenty–third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold
February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my
mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my
mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is
wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin
back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look
good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my
cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to ... Show more content on
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So the most important factor of dealing with someone who lost someone is to be sensitive. You have
to understand what they are going through and realize that only time can heal their broken heart. The
healing process is very important when you lose a loved one because there is no set date and time
that you will be ready to be okay. Different people have different ways of how they take this and the
process of this , some people may need to take a vacation and other may just want to be alone for a
few days. For me, talking about the happy memories helped me get over the pain. It's okay if
someone does not want to talk about it for a few days. That does not mean that they are hiding
anything or not feeling remorse, it just means that they might handle it differently and they do not
want everyone seeing them show their emotions
Another important thing to do is to appreciate your family while you have the chance. Don't wait in
till it's too late. If you haven't seen family members in a while, make a visit to do so. You don't want
to be heartbroken about a relative that you didn't have time to visit and you knew that you could.
Another thing I would say is never let anger stop you from talking to your family. A simple
argument that can be avoided should be avoided; you do not want to be mad at a family member for
a long time over something so small. It is always good to end a conversation with a loved one on a
good–note. You never want to leave a conversation with hateful or

Essay on Not the Stereotypical Grandmother
The stereotypical grandmother is a sweet old woman, always carrying a plate of fresh baked
cookies, who lives just over the river and through the woods. As a child, my grandmother seemed
very similar to this fairy tale rendition, but as I have grown I have realized that she has played a
much larger role in my life than the storybooks, and really anyone, could have predicted. When I
was thirteen years old, my mother kicked me out of the house. My grandmother graciously took me
in, since my father had no means of caring for me. Three years later, my mother left. There has
probably never been a more devastating event in my life. I may have only seen her occasionally, but
"never" was a whole new idea. It was always upsetting to never see her ... Show more content on
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I wrote down every curse word I had for her, and every dream that she had broken. I made her a list
of all the things in my life that she had missed while she was here, while she was gone, and what she
was going to miss. I told her all my fears of not having a mother; how much I hated her for doing
this to me, and how much I hated me for doing this to me. I ended with "I miss you." When I
showed it to my grandmother, the only thing she had to say was, "I'll be there." She meant at
graduation, at the wedding, at the birth of my child, and for the first time in my life, I saw just how
much I mean to her. Recently, I have discovered just how much my grandmother has done for my
brother and myself, and as the time grows nearer for me to move out of the house, each little thing
she has done for me unveils itself as something so much larger. She has told me of countless
Christmas presents she had paid for, that my mother passed on with the gift cards signed by herself.
She has told me of checks written for basic necessities, like food and electricity. Even though I
didn't realize it, my grandmother has always been there, checking in to make sure I had what I
needed, but never taking credit for it. She even took my mother to court to gain control of the
government money intended for my brother and me. She's been the representative payee for a few
years now, and we have everything we could ever need, plus a little extra. In addition to physically

Goodbye Letter
I am writing to say goodbye. Goodbye for now, not for forever. I am fairly sure our paths will
continue to meet. Maybe someday I'll be more mature and better prepared for whatever comes my
way, but I cannot anymore handle the pain you have unknowingly caused me these past months
Don't get me wrong. You have made me very happy just by sharing yourself and your life with me.
The memories will stay in my heart forever. From the time we first started going out until now, you
have unfailingly shown me how it is to be really cared for and cherished. At the same time you have
managed to keep my feet on the ground, always reminding me that my life is my own and no one
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I know and I acknowledge that I am fully to blame for everything. I was forewarned, I knew what I
was getting myself into. But as the years and months passed, maybe the attachment grew stronger.
My appreciation of your companionship bred feelings and thoughts that couldn't control and are
now the cause of this pain. I thought you could shelter me forever––––that you would be careful that
I wouldn't get hurt. But carelessness on your end, and too much snooping at my end to be lethal.
Remember making joke about mending broken fences???it was not a joke for me. I saw it as an
admission from you, one which you didn't want to make but still did knowing that somehow you
had make things right. I appreciate your efforts at maintaining the status quo. I know it's very
difficult, considering everything that's been said and done, which is why I appreciate you all the
more. Your constant remark about things not having changed between us? In fairness to you, I admit
that's true. Things haven't changed in our relationship at all. The caring, our mutual respect for each
other, helping each other out and being there for each other....nothing has changed. And I know that
if I decide to stay in relationship, nothing will change and things will go on as they have before But
I have changed. I am hurting and I wasn't hurting before. I am becoming more critical of you and the
things that you do and do not do. I expect you to make up for everything that has

The Importance Of Friendship By A Friendship
To all teachers,
I look forward to your class
When I come to school.
You 're an awesome teacher;
I think you 're very cool.
You 're smart and fair and friendly;
You 're helping all of us.
And if I got to grade you,
From me you 'd get A+!
To all friends,
Friendship is one of life 's greatest treasures. Friends that are loyal are always there to make you
laugh when you are down, they are not afraid to help you avoid mistakes and they look out for your
best interest. This kind of friend can be hard to find, but they offer a friendship that will last a
lifetime. Other friends may not be quite as loving. The pain caused by a friendship marred by
betrayal is not easy to overcome. In fact, many poems find their inspiration from the joy brought
about by a loving friendship or the pain caused by a failed friendship. (Oorvi, Naina, Diana)
To all parents,
Parents are the unsung heroes of every person that has ever done anything great. Think about the
people that you most admire in your life. Do you attribute any of their greatness to the people that
raised them? Often, we do not even think about the fact that there were most likely two people who
were most influential in making a person who they are. Of course I am referring to his or her
parents. If a person is great, remember that greatness is not achieved in a vacuum. There were
people who sowed the seeds of greatness.
To PATHWAYS,
Homework, I love you. I think that you're great.
It's wonderful fun when you keep me up late.

Tuesdays With Morrie By Morrie
Tuesdays with Morrie tells the real story of Morrie Schwartz. Morrie was a university professor who
was dying of ALS (Lou Gehrig 's disease). Instead of being afraid of death, he faced it head on and
decided to make the most of his time left. After seeing a Nightline episode featuring his old
professor, Morrie, the author, Mitch, decides to pay his old professor a visit. Mitch is intrigued by
Morrie 's attitude towards death and his life lessons, so he decides to visit Morrie again next
Tuesday and record what Morrie has to say. This turns into a weekly meeting between Mitch and
Morrie and eventually these meetings were turned into the book, Tuesdays with Morrie. Mitch – the
author of the book and Morrie 's old student. Mitch is distracted in his life and focusing on things
that Morrie feels are unimportant (work, fame, and success). Though focused on the wrong things,
Mitch has a good heart and Morrie helps him find himself again "The most important thing in life is
to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.
2. Forgive yourself before you die. Then forgive others.
3. Death ends a life, not a relationship.
4. Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.
5. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are
ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them too–even when you
are in the dark. Even when you 're falling.
6. As you grow old, you learn more. If you stayed at twenty–two, you

The Day Of School And She Ate And Made The Perfect Dress
In her room, she ate and made the perfect dress. Tomorrow was the first day of school and she had
been planning this dress since the beginning of summer. It turned out just as she had wanted it. It
was a sundress. It was white with a thin pink layer covering it and small straps. She wore white
sandals and her hair in a crown braid. She laid the outfit out on her desk and read her favorite book
in bed until she fell asleep with the book clutched to her chest.
As she hurried to bike to school the next day a smile curved onto her lips and she thought of the day.
The moment she stepped in the door that thought changed. Bodies hurried everywhere and noise
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The deep blue of his eyes calmed the rapid beating of her heart. He knew nothing of her but her
name and her song and yet he spoke with a feeling of lighthearted happiness. She would not tell
him. She would not ruin this feeling. She held strong to the tendrils of warmth that reached toward
her.
"By the way," he mentioned, "my name is James Mayor."
"I 'm Ella."
"Just Ella?"
"Just Ella."
They broke apart as they heard the end of school bell ring and she paused in fear but looked over to
see the boy laughing. She couldn 't help but laugh as well. They exchanged numbers and as she
biked home, his name echoed in her head over and over again. James, James, James, wonderful,
kind, giving, warm James.
"Mama didn 't you used to sing that song to me when I was little?" asked Blue in a questioning
manner.
"Yes I did, good memory, but I think that it 's time for bed."
"Oh no Mama, just a little bit more."
"Tomorrow, I love you my little Blue."
"I love you too Mama." As she told the story the next night, Blue couldn 't stop smiling. Then the
door opened and her husband stuck his head in with a smile and she abruptly stopped talking.
"What, I can 't hear the story too?" asked her husband. "Absolutely not, this is a girl 's story!" "Fine,
then I won 't bother you. Good night Blue."
He shut the door and she waited until the footsteps receded before she continued.
She arrived home and went through the night in a lovestruck haze. As she fell asleep, her dreams
never

The War Of The United States
"And you think Edward is going to allow us to pull government back together without a fight."
"Definitely not. We can expect a fight. I guarantee bloodshed. We're going to have to be cunning and
move quickly. When we're ready, we will also need muscle." "I have about two hundred men on my
estate. I have one small group of men who has some paramilitary training. The vast majority are
plain old farmhands; we wouldn't stand a chance against a professional military." "That's when you
can count on me. Several former high–ranking military officers have joined the revolution. As we
speak, they're pulling together their units and reorganizing a standing militia. We'll be ready to
protect your convention and stand up to whatever The Movement has left to throw at us. You'll also
be able to count on them to enforce Connecticut state law until you can assemble a state police
force." "When do you want me to hold this convention? It will take me time to get the word out to
the delegates, and that's assuming I can even locate them." "We're moving quickly. Time is not on
our side. We're hopeful that we can hold the conventions before Thanksgiving this year."
"November, huh, three months from now; it's ambitious, but I guess it's doable." William
contemplated the logistics. He could send Blue Hills' farmhands all across Connecticut. If they rode
like Paul Revere, there was a chance they could spread the word across the state and meet the
November deadline. "All right," William said.

Rachel Mascar : Thinking About Noah Smeti
Rachel Mascar was thinking about Noah Smeti again. Noah was a courageous monster with bright
eyes and beautiful heart.
Rachel walked over to the window and reflected on her magical surroundings. She had always loved
beautiful Paris with its fragile, famous Tower. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel
Happy.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a courageous figure of Noah
Smeti.
Rachel gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a beautiful, smart, beer drinker with
Bright eyes and athletic heart. Her friends saw her as a Perfect, Always smiling angel. Once, she had
even helped an runt puppy cross the road.
But not even a beautiful person who had once helped an runt puppy cross the road, was prepared for
what Noah had in store today.
The rain hammered like crying puppys, making Rachel lonely. Rachel grabbed a beautiful diamond
encrusted gold locket that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Rachel stepped outside and Noah came closer, she could see the scrawny smile on his face.
Noah gazed with the affection of 1 million sweet, cute, baby bunnies. He said, in hushed tones, "I
love you and I want to be more than friends."
Rachel looked back, more confused than ever and still fingering the beautiful gold locket. "Noah, i
like you," she replied.
They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two scrawny kittens chasing butterflies, which
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