The Barbie Doll

The Barbie Doll
The newest Barbie doll just came out and I am freaking out. I am in elementary school and still obsessed with tiaras and shiny things. I want the new
doll with straight blonde hair and a skinny waist. The doll is beautiful. I play with my other dolls at home as I listen to my grandmother oogle over
my curly brown hair and chubby cheeks. "Look at that beautiful girl" she says as I make my dolls go shopping. The other adults sitting around the table
agree and make other comments.
"Pure beauty."
"Gorgeous."
"Completely stunning."
I listen to them admire me but continue to ignore them. I just want to play with my dolls.
I walk into my middle school for the first time. I am scared but I hold myself together with the confidence that I will be liked by everyone. I always
have, why would anything change? I manage to make friends and they are very nice people. But I notice that we are a group of 3 and all the other
friend groups have 6 or more. I notice that they all have straight blonde hair and skinny waists. They look just like my dolls at home. I try to start a
conversation with one of the groups. They smirk at me, indicating that I need to go back to my own table. Why don't they like me? I try to talk to the
doll look–alikes again. They continue to ignore me. Frustrated, I ask "Why don't you like me?" The answer leaves a painful mark on my mind and
affects my view of myself in this world.
"You're fat"
I stand there shocked, wondering if everyone,
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Personal Narrative: My Year At Cascade Middle School
I learned some important things in my sixth grade year at Cascade Middle School. I never would've even thought that so many girls, ones I knew in
elementary school and ones I met that year, would drastically shape, and scar, my life. A lesson that I learned then has been guiding my life ever since
then. I've learned that helping others become strong makes me stronger. I feel that it could affect many people.
The beginning of the story starts in my first weeks of middle school. I had six friends, one of which is my twin sister. At lunch, I would sit with them
at lunch, and we would talk happily. The six girls were tall, varieties of hair lengths. All of them had brown hair, except for one who had thick, blond
hair. All of them seemed overpowering. One of them actually liked to hint at how she was the leader of the group.
One of the girls had a "habit" of glaring at me, mainly during lunch, but also everyday in the one class we had together. The glare told me "Don't come
near me unworthy idiot." One thing she would growl at me was "Ugh, stop being so happy I'm having a crazy week." Then, of course, she would keep
glaring holes into me.
One of the girls was also a vegetarian, and oddly enough, she didn't have a problem with any of the others eating meat, except for my sister, I had
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And she never really fully left one of them, but she tried her best to avoid her, for her own well being. But I let her know all the things they were
doing bad, with the help of my sister as well, except she did it in a more menacing way which made my friend have to stand up for the others,
willingly. But after leaving for the summer, everything slowly was fixed. And, thankfully, I never saw them, again, as they stayed at Cascade Middle
School. But I did learn how to be more empathetic and be stronger. Be more confident than I ever could be if I never experienced what it was like to be
in a

Reflection Paper On Endurance
Endurance If you ever watch a football or basketball game and want so badly for your team to win, it usually strikes your competitive side when
someone tells you they will not win, correct? I felt very similar about two years ago. In May of my freshman year, I remember my name not called
for my chapter FFA officer position. As the only interviewee who received none of the officer positions, my heart dropped. However, now, just a
few months later, I cared very little. I felt confident in my decision to run for district office and felt pleased with how my interview proceeded.
Even sitting in a musty old gym with terrible lighting, little space, and a speaker system that squeaked every time someone made an
announcement, I felt like I just won a marathon with only one leg. Considering myself a pretty good FFA student due to the fact that I cared a lot
about agriculture, won some awards already, and even worked over 1,000 hours with my SAE project, becoming a chapter officer seemed like
something I could accomplish. At the conclusion of that night, I realized others opinions clearly varied. However, I would not let that discourage
me. I decided I wanted to try for district office. Upon mentioning this to my advisor, Mr. Wilson, he simply stated, "Most people who try for a district
office position typically have a year of chapter office under their belt, but to apply you did not have to." He also mentioned that he never really cared
for the district office much but he would

Marvin Gilthunder: Things Happen For A Reason
Things Happen For A Reason
Marvin Gilthunder is a 29– year old Mechanical Engineer. He is a tall, has short straight hair and is very serious about his work. Some people call
Marvin a genius because his designs and ideas have changed the industry. Marvin works long hours and often does not have time to spent with his
family. He has a wife Rachel who has blond hair, blue eye, has a fun personality and is currently working on a medical degree. His daughter Sara has
blond hair and brown eyes is very clumsy and careless for her age, she is constantly getting hurt and being sent to the nurse's office.
One day while going to the park for a family picnic Marvin starts experiencing a strange phenomenon he was hearing a strange voice. The voice
sounded so sweet is was like music to his ears. He was very surprised how nice and friendly the voice sounded. However, the voice went away when
Marvin and his family had reached the park. The park had a nice atmosphere to it. The kids were in the blue swings while the wife's gossiping and the
men were playing basketball. One of the men shot a 3 pointer and everybody was going wild. The park had a nice green grass, blue skies, and was kept
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The angel said "return to the place dearest to you" so Marvin went the place where he lived in since he has been married, the place where his
daughter had been raised in. As he arrives marvin notices that there is something strange about his house. When he enters he feels like he has never
seen this house. Everything was exactly the way Marvin has left it but it does not feels like Marvin has not lived here. As Marvin makes it into his
room he notices a glowing white light on the left wall. However, instead of being scared of it he feels attracted to it like this is where he belongs.
Marvin kicked and kicked the wall until it was weak enough to rip out with his bare

Examples Of Physical Descriptions In The Kite Runner
In literature, physical descriptions are used to explain or represent stereotypes, personality traits the character has or different themes in the book. In the
Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini, Hosseini describes all the characters physical descriptions in ways to symbolize how they connect with the story and
the real–life history behind the setting of the story.
The first example of this that I am going to mention is Hassan's minor Cleft Lip. In the beginning of the story, when Amir is describing Hassan he
says, "And the cleft lip, just left of midline, where the Chinese doll maker's instrument may have slipped, or perhaps he had simply grown tired
and careless" (Hosseini 3). It started out as just one of his identifying features that he was born with, but unlike most people who are born with a
cleft lip, his family could not afford the cost of the medical procedure to fix it. It wasn't until chapter 5 where Baba pays for Hassan to get his cleft
lip fixed, leaving a scar on the top of his lip. This shows how Hassan is connected to the story because later in the story, after Hassan dies, Amir finds
out Hassan was actually his half–brother and travels to Kabul to get Hassan's son, Sohrab. On his way, he gets ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net
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In the story, Amir describes it as "a brown, sickle–shaped birthmark on the smooth skin just about her left jawline" (Hosseini 140). Hosseini gave her
this feature because when Amir sees her he will be drawn to her because just like Hassan, his childhood friend, she was born with an imperfection.
Also, a sickle is on the Soviet Union's Flag, representing the country's peasants. The Soviet Union is the country that attacked Afghanistan when the
government fell. When Soraya and her family moved to America, they moved from high class to the lowest class, accepting peasant lifestyle. This
shows that Hosseini gave Soraya the birthmark to represent the lifestyle her parents had chosen in

Baby Sis-Personal Narrative
Entering the cafeteria, I was thoroughly surprised at how familiar everything seemed. Bustling students flooded the tables, swarming each other in
hopes of sharing tales of summer fun. I, however, most likely stuck out like a sore thumb. When everyone has been friends since childhood, I was
just returning from three years overseas. A heavy weight suddenly draped across my shoulders, and I look up to see Clark hovering over me with
a goofy grin. Being my twin brother, Clark was always been my closest ally, even more so after everything happened. "Clarkson, you're pretending to
be a guard dog again." I teased, watching as his grin widened impossibly. "What do you expect, Baby Sis." He ruffled my hair, causing a smile to tug at
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I turn to look at him, surprised to find him so close to my face. I was even more surprised when his soft lips met mine, claiming my breath in a
single second. Normally, I would push a man away for suddenly kissing me, but I found myself wrapping my arms away around his neck. His lips
sent fire through my veins, igniting my very heart with flames, and I felt the heat rising. When we finally broke apart, I gave him a small smile,
before gathering my bag, and stepping out. I gave one last glance at him, before shutting the door, and watched him drive off. Even with him gone, the
flames still spread through me, and I realized that when he claimed my lips, he claimed my soul at the same

NASA: A Narrative Fiction
January 18th, 2073 the snow was descending to the ground like never before. Instead of white, flawless flakes they were eerie, obsidian colored
droplets. As my hearing slowly faded back to the world from my dreams, I heard a loud high–pitched siren. Both of my parents were quickly gathering
important resources and panicking. It's a very cloudy memory, but all I remember is my parents grabbing Bandit and I, my German shepherd, and
running to the car. We drove to the nearest place with electricity left, and listened for directions.
On the news a dark mysterious voice yelled," EVACUATE PLANETEARTH, we only can bring 101 humans on the Hexagon, a spaceship NASA has
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He was also gifted by Mother Nature; his eyes looked like melted chocolate with speaks of light brown that suited his brown hair well.
My Mom studied in college for four years about physical science and constellations. She told me the "black droplets" were called kelles. Kelles are
toxic acid that will kill anything that comes in contact with it. My Dad told me NASA predicted kelles to breakout in the year 2070, so that's why the
hexagon had been built.
My name is Aliyah. My mom tells me my eyes are pearls from the bluest sea, and my hair is from the brownest feather on an eagle.My family has
been on the hexagon for over three years. Every day the survivors think of all the innocent people left behind to die, and the Hexagon survivors,
including myself, couldn't stand to live with this terrible memory. The NASA crew was willing to risk three young survivors to see if Earth was safe,
and ready to hold life again.
All the survivors met in the lounge area to decide what to do next. The leader of NASA, Kaden, had concluded we need to see if Earth is safe for
life. Kaden picked the three most skillful young teens. He picked Levi for his strength. He had blond hair and used to be the captain of the lacrosse
team in

Descriptive Essay About My Sisters
I was five years old when I realized that my sister and I were very similar. There were physical similarities that had my sister and I could be
mistaken for twins, but we often acted very different. I could not fathom at the time how my sister and I could in any way be similar, due to the
differences in our personalities. Sure, we looked alike, blond hair, and blue eyes like our dad. We were tall and both active. We resembled each other,
certainly, but to our eyes we couldn't be more different.
My sister enjoyed teasing me and being annoying, working me into a rage, while I enjoyed being silent and reading. She enjoyed playing outside,
while inside was where I felt I belonged. She was part of the popular group, and I enjoyed the company of plebeians. These were some of the things
different between us that I remember of that time. But it wasn't some relative physical similarities that convinced me that we were similar, it wasn't a
family diner. It was a meeting at the airport when we were waiting for our grandfather when a complete stranger walked up to us and told us "what
cute twins you are". It was a stranger's comment, "what cute twins you are" that made me look at more than our similarities. The stranger's comments
made the five year old Anna realize that there was so much between us. It was not just the color of our hair which was blond, or our deep blue eyes. It
was not just that we were always tall for our age, and still are (my sister is 6 feet tall and I am 5'9').
What convinced me that we were so very similar and that the stranger at the airport might be onto something was some of the things we would say
and do in our country home in Missouri. We would speak double, each saying the same thing at the same moment. This happened many times, and
often we would finish each other's sentences. We knew each other's jokes and could finish the punchline perfectly as well as one person could. We
had the same sense of humor, laughing to ourselves at a reference or a bit of wordplay doubly said between us amidst giggles to the same joke, or
how we'd use the same gestures to express ourselves when we spoke, or how we had the same taste in music.
It was telling our deepest, darkest secrets and our fears to each

My Birthday Story
Today is my birthday. I walk along the streets with Hunter and Anthony. Both of them are coming to celebrate my 13th birthday, while both of
them are already 13. "Hey, Lynn. Do you think I can become a soldier one day?" Anthony asks cheerfully, and his brown hair flips itself in the
wind. I give him a nice, shy smile. "You two could become anything in this world." I happily reply, and continue walking. We live in Des Mo,
Iowa. It used to be called Des Moines, but something happened to the government and they renamed it Des Mo. I run up my porch steps, and hop
inside my home. Mom is baking cookies, and she already has spaghetti ready on the table. My presents from Hunter and Anthony shine on the
table. Anthony's present jumps up, giving me a hint that something inside of it is alive. "Come in, Mister Hunter and Mister Anthony!" my mom
smiles, and sets down the tray of cookies. Anthony pulls out my chair and I give him a brief smile. Hunter sits down next to me. We eat, and chat
continually. Hunter sits back and eats a little loaf of bread, and I hand him a cookie. He pushes it away. Then we open presents. I get a new jacket
from Mom, and a note alongside it saying To My Favorite Child!~. Anthony gets me a dog, and we name her Loa. Her yellow fur shakes happily
when she jumps out of the box. I smile, and pat her head. Hunter hands me a box carefully wrapped in red– my favorite color. I look at him, and he's
pretending to look off into the distance. I open it enough to see a bronze light, and I look over at him again, and he's looking at me now. He combs his
blond hair back with his hand. Anthony shifts uncomfortably. I open up the whole box– the gift Hunter got me was a bronze star pendant, with my
name –Evelynn– engraved into the center. I give Anthony and Hunter hugs, and I put on the new pendant. Wearing this, I feel different, in a way I can't
explain. We end up watching an extremely old movie my mother found– Swordmaster. It's about two opposite sides clashing together to earn the others'
land. Hunter falls asleep while we watch, and Anthony is huddled up against Loa. I lean backwards into the couch, and try not to fall asleep like
Hunter. A few hours later, when the movie ends, Hunter and Anthony wave

A Short Story : A Story?
It was a sunny day meaning only the main street lights had to be on during the day. Sarah Gamble was outside drawing messages in the mud when
her mom called her inside. "Wipe your feet and help me clean up for our guests. They'll be here in about fifteen minutes." Sarah had heard about her
cousin Travis, but had only imagined the details of his personality. She dreamed of a strawberry blonde with cute freckles and a goofy smile. A boy
with an imaginative brain and an adventurous spirit just like her.
At exactly four o'clock, the doorbell rang. Sarah smoothed her hair one last time and waited for the guests to scan in and identify themselves as family
before being able to enter. "Diana, how are you? Travis, you've gotten so big." The boy standing in the doorway was a disappointment. He had
straight brown hair with a boring face and a smell of stale Cheerios. Sarah was star struck, not knowing what to say. "Why don't you show Travis
around the area, Sarah. After all, he's never been to the coast." Sarah's mom gently pushed her out the door leaving Sarah, blonde and bright, next to
her cousin Travis, brown haired and boring. The two ten year olds stood there a few moments before Sarah asked "want to have an adventure?"
Wishing with all her might, she looked questioningly into her cousin's eyes. Travis shrugged and started to pick his nose. "Maybe we could find
something cool in the shore. Mom tells me never to go too far, but adventure is all about taking risks, right?"

My Experience At The Mirror Hanging On A Vanity
I walked around my dressing room patiently waiting for my stylists to come and dress me bitting my nails as I walk.Its a nervous habit of mine I need
to brake.especially considering half the time there extremely dirty from them always being in dirt.
I looked at the mirror hanging on a vanity in one of the corners of the gigantic room.Seeing my reflection I didn 't like it.I was ugly and I knew it.
Without being able to think more 3 girls came in.All of them were beautiful.The first had golden hair like mine but it was nice and clean and pulled
back by a diamond hair band.It looked freshly trimmed coming to her shoulders perfectly with a blue sun dress and light pink flags.The others also
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"Ok Jade you can lay your cloths over there while I start the bath,"Mayflower said walking over to the large bathtub.I looked the bathroom over as I
slowly undressed.It was just as big as the other room! The bathtub Mayflower was currently filling was sunken down into the floor and bigger than
my bed at home!The hole floor was a nice dark wood and one of the walls was an entire window showing off the beauty of the Capitol.
I took my time taking off my dusty,worn out jeans and "fuckers" t–shirt much to Mayflowers impatience and got into the tub.Any thoughts I had in my
mind floated away as I felt the warm bubbly water take me away into a moment of tranquility.The blonde gently scrubbed my scalp free of any dirt
or dandruff and my body was scrubbed with bath salts tell I could see a visible change in my skin color.What can I say I live on the farm,we don 't
shower much.
After what felt like only moments which in reality was more like an hour I emerged from the bath squeaky clean and ready to be dressed.I slid a robe
onto my fresh skin before coming froth from the bathroom with Mayflower by my side to my two other stylists

Personal Narrative-'The Land Of Mu'
The year, 3281... Two hundred and eighty one years ago the land Lemuria randomly appeared– we call it "The Land of Mu"... Once exploration found
its way onto that continent nearly twenty years later, they found that it was completely empty, we attempted to colonize on it. The rush was so sudden
and the continent to big... Non–reversible damage was dealt. The sea level rises in an instant causing multiple tsunamis, other than the fact that there's
no Hawaii on the map anymore Japan and the west coast of California got it the worse... 3224– the world was at war, everyone needed the continent. It
was nuclear fallout, four fifths of all humanity in an instant was gone. Shortly after the 28 bombs were dropped– killing four fifths of humanity– only...
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The boy was crying. Garth with haste sprints and hops over the rubble of a small village to the boy, reaching out his hand he yells "What happened
here– are you all alone?" The boy turns slowly turns around, curiosity hits Garth hard. Garth looking over the boy's head sees a familiar face,
Thelma. He does not move, for the young man is frozen in fear and shock. How could this be possible? Once the girl collapses Garth falls to his
knees with one hand over his eyes. The other of the two adventurers runs to Garth, finally getting hit by reality, the forest is the one they entered
not to long ago. The image slowly like a ripple in a still pond vanishes and they are back in a room with a wall behind them. "There's no way...
Look, we entered one of the rooms!" Garth, still shaken listens to Irreel and walks out looking both ways. Irreel was spot on. Irreel runs out to
witness what Garth is seeing, the hallway they thought they finished treading through. "What was that back there? Garth, that looked like a younger
version of you." Garth without looking back "It was me, that happened, that's the reason I detoured to the temple by passing a pond from the back. In
other words we went the long way. I did not wish to see that site again once more." The two are

Observation Of General Education
Recently, I had the opportunity to observe several general education classes taught by a single teacher that each contained one or more students who
have special needs. Within these classes, I was able to discern how both they and the teacher dealt with their disabilities as well as how they functioned
within the atmosphere of general education. In the following paragraphs, I will discuss my observations on three remarkable students and their teacher
including their physical, mental and social development.
General Information
As mentioned above, all of my observations were in several general education classrooms taught by a single teacher, which henceforth, in order to
protect the confidentiality of the students within the classroom, I will refer to as Mr. Bubbles. All of the classrooms I observed were general math
classes and were full of students ranging from freshman to junior in age groups. Within these classes, I observed a wide range of accommodations for
three main students, whom I will refer to as Joey, Jeremy, and Tom, including one
–on–one sessions, shortened assignments and tests, and allotted break
areas. Due to the parameters of the permission I received to observe in the classroom, I was not able to secure any information on their family
interactions, or any other personal dynamics (I was not able to ask personal questions about the students), thus all of my information will be limited to
my conversations as well as what happened solely within Mr. Bubbles'

Black Acura Incident
On 3–26–2017 at about 0805 hrs I was west bound on E Main St at about Auburn Way when I noticed a black Acura pass me east bound on E Main
St. At the time, the vehicle had no front plate and it appeared that it was occupied by several males. I remembered from the previous day (3–25–2017)
that Officer Feero had sent a "BOLO" out about a black 2003 Acura that was reported stolen from 402 16th ST NE. Additionally, in the BOLO,
Officer Feero noted that the Acura (WA/BAJ1409) had a "KCCO" sticker on the back bumper. Furthermore, Officer Feero sent a department email
with surveillance footage of the vehicle being stolen. As the vehicle passed me, I looked at the bumper and noticed that the vehicle had a white
"KCCO" sticker on the rear bumper and... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
After a checked of the stolen vehicle, Officer Vojir located a hand gun on the passenger side front seat. The firearm had no associated record.
All three suspects were advised of their Miranda Rights. Carlo declined to speak with police. However, post Miranda Eydoel stated that he was the
back seat passenger and that Carlo was the driver of the vehicle. Additionally, Eydoel stated that he knew the vehicle was stolen.
Also Post Miranda, Sam stated that he knew the vehicle was stolen and that Carlo was the driver of the vehicle. Furthermore, when questioned about
the pistol that was found in the seat Sam was sitting in. Sam stated that when the police got behind the vehicle Carlo handed him the pistol and then
stop the vehicle and told everyone to run. A criminal history check of both Carlo and Sam indicated that they were convicted felons.
Based on the fact that Carlo was the driver of a stolen vehicle, attempted to elude police and was in possession of a firearm as a convicted felon, there
was probable cause for his arrest for RCW 9a.56.068 – Possession of a Stolen Vehicle, RCW 9.41.040– Unlawful Possession of a Firearm and RCW
46.61.024 – Attempt to Elude. Carlo was booked at SCORE Jail under the listed

Narrative Essay On School Day In School
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Lexie looked at the clock, alarmed at what she saw. It was 6:30 and she has overslept her alarms. She jumped out of bed,
throwing all her blankets on the ground and ran into the ice cold, frigid shower giving it no time to warm up. Even though she was hurrying, she
was not looking forward to another school day. When she got out she brushed her dark brown hair, which took a half an hour to dry because of its
long length. She then got dressed first putting on her dark blue, holy, Hollister Jeans that barely made it to the ankles of her long legs. Next, she
put on her favorite black scarf that felt like cotton along with a white sweater underneath. "Lexie!" her mom screamed, "Get down here or you're
going to miss the bus!" Lexie grabbed her backpack and ran down the steps and out the door, knocking down everything in her way. She sprinted to
her bus stop and jumped in as the doors were halfway closed. She sat in seat 15 like she always did with her best friend, Isabelle. She had long red
hair, brighter than an apple that seemed to glow in the bright lights in the morning sunrise. She also had long legs that came up unusually high when
sitting in the small bus seats. Her bright blue eyes shined like the ocean even in the foggy morning. They rode to school, talking quietly and laughing
nonstop. When they got to school, they parted ways and said their goodbyes as they started another normal, boring school day. As the day went on, she
finally got to the class

Persuasive Speech On Adopting Animals
A dog isn't just simply a dog. A dog is a best friend, a companion, a detective, a guide, a gift, and much more. So why would people mistreat their
dogs? People still don't know the answer to this question. Commercials have been trying to shine some light on the public about the issue at hand.
The issue includes people adopting animals and not being able to care for them. If we take it one step forward, we are also worried about people
abusing an animal. A couple commercials in my mind have done an outstanding job in spreading the message of knowing if you are responsible
enough to adopt an animal. A commercial that caught my eye is called "Gift". "Gift" starts off with a man driving a very nice car up to a house.
The man seems to be well dressed. The music in the background is very happy and you can tell the man is happy as well. I can infer that it is cold
outside by the way the people are dressed and how there are no leaves on the trees and it is gloomy. He then gets out of the car and picks up a little girl.
The little girl has red hair and is carrying a stuffed toy dog. The man hugs the little girl and puts her in the car with him. The man shares some food
with the little girl, which suggests that they like each other and get along.
In the next scene, there is a woman with a different little girl that is blonde. The two are drawing and enjoying themselves. I can infer that the older lady
is the mother of the younger one due to the older lady giving the younger one a

Summary Of A Short Story
Once upon a time in a village located in Germany, Leipzig, was in the middle of a forest called the Fyteia Forest. When there were no storms, right
after the beginning of time. There were two people that everyone knew very well, Keravno and Vronti. Keravno was a very beautiful young woman
with blond hair and bright blue eyes. Vronti was very muscular, not much older than Keravno, had brown hair and green eyes. They were inlove and
planned to marry each other one day. However Cupid's twin brother Sore, wanted to separate them. He wants the world to be covered in hate, because
the more hate in the world there is the more powerful he becomes. He was jealous of his brother because he got all the love and fame even though he
is ugly and disgusting.
One day they decided to go on a date and have a picnic. They went to a secret grotto in the forest just outside of the village. It was at night so they put
fireflies in jars. They were eating very nice food, then Vronti spilled some gravy on Keravno's dress. At first Vronti was laughed. However, Keravno
was not laughing. She was quite angry because she got struck by Sore's hate arrow. "You daft fool, I will destroy you!" She shouted in angry rage.
Vronti was shocked so he said. "What are you saying?" "You heard me. I will destroy you." she said. "I only spilt gravy." "Yes and when I kill you,
your loved ones will say 'it was only Vronti" "No, they won't say that." "I've heard the rumors about you." she said.
Vronti still confused started to argue with Keravno. "Are you foolish enough to start arguing about spilled gravy?" "Yes because this is my
mother's dress. I don't think she'll mind, she's dead!" Keravno turned to cry. Vronti said in a regretful voice. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." Then he
was struck by one of Sore's arrows and said, "I meant it in every way." They went on and on and on. When the village chief, Archigos heard all the
commotion he knew exactly what must of happened. So he concocted a mixture and threw it at them. They started to glow and in a beam they were
shot up in the air. Archigos sent them to the sky where Ilios was, Keravno's uncle. Ilios gave up his mortal life for his village so they could havesun
light. He was an

Personal Narrative: Sean's First Day Of High School
Today was Sean's first day of highschool. He didn't feel particularly nervous, just annoyed because well, who actually enjoys school? It's just a
building full of adults who think they're more superior than you, put you through painfully boring hours of learning things you're never going to
use in life, and care more about how short a girl's skirt is than the safety of other students. Not to mention, most of the kids are either egotistic brats,
stuck up, act like they always have a branch stuck up their rear end (that's the polite way of putting it), or are fake and lie all the time. Why would
Sean Mcloughlin want to spend 7 hours a day trapped in a hell hole like that? The world was a cruel and terrible place, at least from Sean's perspective.
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Call me Jack," I said, still trying to hide my blush but speak clearly at the same time, which may I mention, is really not that easy. My real name is
Sean, but after my mom told me that my dad picked the name I wanted to change it, so now everyone calls me Jack. "Well, Jack, I hope I see you
around later!" Mark called as he began to walk towards his class. How was he so relaxed about being late? Oh well, I better find Felix. I continued
down the hallway until I saw a boy pacing in circles with blonde hair pushed over to one side. That's probably Felix. He must have heard me coming
down the hall because he stopped pacing and looked up. "Oh, hey! You must be Sean!" Felix exclaimed, his sky blue eyes lighting up. I chuckled.
"Yep! That's me!" Felix grinned, "Ooh, Irish accent, huh? I like that. C'mon I'll show you around school!" I nodded and began to follow his lead. I like
Felix, he's really happy and full of energy, and he has a good sense of humor. I can tell we're really going to get along. "Were you given a schedule?"
Felix asked me. "Hm... nope!" I replied, shaking my head. Felix laughed. "Well, I'll take you to find your locker, there should have been a schedule
posted on your

Descriptive Essay
Prologue
Madison Parks smiled at the camera for yet another picture. She fluffed up her perfect blonde hair. Her golden cocktail dress cast dancing circles
of light across the red carpet. The sequins glittered, dripping in sparkles. Justin Hill walked smoothly up to her from his limousine. "How are you
feeling, Madison? Ready to announce you're single yet?" her manager asked. Madison scoffed at him. "I'm a world famous actress with enough
money to last two lifetimes. Why do I need to marry some guy?" She was irritated at that hopeful look in his eyes. Justin stepped back, slightly
disappointed. "Oh, okay," he muttered. She smiled, glad she had put the sly manager back in his place. Mary Johnson pranced down the red carpet
towards her. "Madison! How are you?" the singer asked. Madison smiled. Mary's cute British accent was irresistible. The singer wore a floor length
blue dress that had a braided silver belt. Her silky auburn hair was piled on top of her head in a braided bun. "I'm good, Mary! I'm so excited to see
you!" Madison responded. Mary linked arms with her, and the two walked off, leaving Justin behind them. "The movie was amazing! You were
awesome as Queen Snow! I'm surprised Andrew didn't propose to you right then and there!" Mary exclaimed. Madison blushed, remembering the
handsome actor. He had played Prince Lucas, the other main character in the film. The twenty–five year old man had sleek black hair and light green
eyes. Yes, Madison agreed, he was quite

An Investigation Of A Burglary Report
On 6–20–2016 at about 1743 hrs I was dispatched to 407 6th ST NE for a residential burglary report. Enroute dispatched advised that the
homeowner, Susan Cwanila, had called 911 to report a burglary to her residence. I arrived on scene and contacted Susan and her boyfriend, Wayne
Briggs, who also lives at the address. Susan stated that they both left the residence this morning around 0800 hours and when they returned home
they noticed that someone had forced entry to their residence. Susan stated that they noticed someone had attempted to break open a double panel
window, however, only the first window was broken and no signs of access to the residence were made at that point. However, also on the back side
of the residence they located another window which had been broken. Upon entering through that window, access could have been made to the
residence. Wayne also stated that damage was found on the window style air conditioning unit on the side of the residence. Suggesting that someone
had attempt to removed the unit and gain access to the residence at that point. Susan stated that several of the screens for the windows around the
residence were removed and found laying around the yard. Susan also stated that they noticed fresh foot prints in their garden area. Susan stated the
dirt had recently been racked and no foot prints should have been in the dirt. The dirt was on the far back side of the residence and led to their fence
line. It is the same area of the

Short Story On Swimming
SPLASH! and GOOOO! Seemed to be the only noise I could hear, but I wasn't the one swimming. Why was I there? It seemed like everyone I knew
was swimming but I was here with a broken nose. This was one of the saddest days ever and felt like nothing was worse than not swimming. I was
just hoping someone or something could cheer me up. It was a sunny day at Woodley Gardens pool and it was my first year on swim meet. When I
was 6 during the summer of 2010, I was at the pool for a swim meet that my sister was in but I could not swim because I had broke my nose. It was a
very warm day with a little bit of wind. It was very shaded where I sitting because their are a lot of trees at my pool. I was new so I did not know
anyone. I was just sitting there doing nothing I was bored out of my mind. I had nothing to do, I really wished to could just swim. The doctor said
maybe in like 2 weeks. Suddenly, the strangest thing happened to me, two girls came up to me. I was kind of scared for some reason. I had no idea
why they were coming up to me.
Their names were Maya and Sarah and i had seen them around the pool deck in previous weeks. Sarah had strawberry blond hair and blue eyes. She
was short and little. She was 7 years old and she looked very athletic, upbeat, funny and cheerful from what I could see. The other girl's name was
Maya. She was tall and athletic. She had brown hair and brown eyes. She seemed very adventurous and brave. I could always see her doing cool tricks
off the

Examples Of Physical Description In The Kite Runner
In literature, physical descriptions are used to explain or represent stereotypes, personality traits the character has or different themes in the book. In the
Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini, Hosseini describes all the characters physical descriptions in ways to symbolize how they connect with the story and
the real–life history behind the setting of the story.
The first example of this that I am going to mention is Hassan's minor Cleft Lip. In the beginning of the story, when Amir is describing Hassan he
says, "And the cleft lip, just left of midline, where the Chinese doll maker's instrument may have slipped, or perhaps he had simply grown tired and
careless" (Hosseini 3). It started out as just one of his identifying features that he was born with, but unlike most people who are born with a cleft
lip, his family could not afford the cost of the medical procedure to fix it. It wasn't until chapter 5 where Baba pays for Hassan to get his cleft lip fixed,
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It comes up in both the beginning, when he's introduced, and at the end when that's the only way Amir recognized him. In the book Amir describes
Assef, saying, "Born to a German mother and Afghan father, the blond, blue–eyed Assef towered over the other kids" (Hosseini 38). This explains that
Assef was designed to stand out because, unlike all the other kids who have dark brown hair and brown eyes, Assef has the complete opposite, blond
hair, and blue eyes. Later at the end of the story, Amir runs into Assef again. If it wasn't for hiseye color Amir would not have recognized him, "Then
he took off his sunglasses and locked his bloodshot blue eyes on mine...His name escaped my lips: 'Assef" (Hosseini 281). This confirms that Hosseini
knew that in Afghanistan, it's very rare to see someone with Assefs features. So, he gave them to Assef to show how he is different from the rest of the
characters because he is the

The Sander's Home-Personal Narrative
It was a warm summer evening in California. The Sanders' were enjoying one of their last meals together as a family before school started back up
again. As the Sanders' chowed down on flavorful pot roast, Todd shared very exciting news for the family. "Since we recently purchased a new
private jet, and summer is almost over, your mother and I have decided to take a family trip to Australia!" exclaimed Todd. The Sander's were a
rich family who lived in a rich neighborhood, and in a big house. They were a big family, six kids in total, and two parents. "Woo hoo!" chanted
Grayson after he heard the news. Grayson was the second youngest child of the Sanders'. He is nine years old, and small for his age. Grayson had
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"Is everyone packed yet?" asked the mom, Marie a few hours later. Marie was a tall, blonde that was always laughing and smiling. Being that she isn't
as tough and strict as Todd, Marie was more of the laid back and chilled kind of parent. "I'm ready to go!" Reese replied back seconds later. Reese was
Todd and Marie's third oldest child out of the pack. Reese was a strong and tall, sixteen year–old with and short, spiky dirty brown hair. Unlike any
other rich teenage boy, Reese greatly enjoyed playing sports and being active. He is also known as "The Troublemaker" out of his family. Reese
zipped up his suitcase, and put it near the door in his disheveled room. He then began to pack his backpack with his laptop, phone charger, camera,
and other essentials. Marie began to walk down the hallway upstairs to Claire's room. "Claire, are you packed yet?" asked the mom. "Not yet, ugh
I can't find my makeup bag!" whined Claire. Claire was fourteen years old. She had long, blonde hair and was tall and skinny. She was very popular
in her grade. "It's right here hun" Marie said holding up the bright pink makeup bag. "Thanks mom" exclaimed Claire as she packed it in her

Analysis Of Sent By Margaret Peterson
The setting of the novel, Sent, by Margaret Peterson, is set in the fifteenth century. The author puts the reader through some twists and turns
thought the novel. It takes place in a dark castle in the fifteenth century with two thirteen year old boys. One who is a king the other just a friend
that is helping out along the way.The mood is dark and eerie and makes everything mysterious. The two main characters are Jonah and Chip. Jonah
is a thirteen year old boy with brown hair and blue eyes. He is here to help out his friend Chip who is a king but in danger of being killed. "The
battle isn't until dawn"(238). This is when Jonah had had to step in and help his friend not be killed. If Jonah can successfully help Chip then he
can return to the current day. Chip is also a thirteen year old boy. He has blond hair and brown eyes he is the king in the fifteenth century. "I'm
king?" (11). He is in danger of being killed by his uncle because if Chip dies his uncle is next in line for the crown. Two kids were sent back into
history to try to change the past Chip has to try to survive and Jonah has to help him. If they succeed then Chip can go on and live his life how is
should have been. So him and Jonah have to protect each other from Chip's uncle. They also will have to steal back the crown from Chip's dad. They
stick together to the end and finally the kill chip's uncle in the battle and get the crown back everyone in the is happy because Chip has returned to
being king and

Descriptive Essay Christmas
One day that happened to be Christmas eve something awful happened, very appalling to say the least. The big, old, jolly man himself we all know
as Santa was sick. He, unfortunately, had the flu it was brutal. Santa had just woke up in his gigantic red bed in his bright green room when he told
Ms.Claus he was feeling extremely warm and not very well. Mrs.Claus dashed to the blue–tiled washroom just outside of the door to grab a
thermometer. Swiftly she ran back in and Santa put it in his mouth, the temperature was one–hundred and four farinhight. "OH dear" gasped Mrs.Claus,
"Call the nurse elves." Suddenly Mrs.Claus pulled down a big lever in their room it was huge and green, there was a lever in each room in the
workshop even in the miniature houses that the elves lived in outside of the workshop. When you blue the lever a loud siren came on and trained elf
nurses came running in. The nurse elves are elves that were trained to be doctors while they were in school, and since there wasn't always an
emergency they also learned to make toys. The doctor elf also came in she was short with hazelnut hair and, brown eyes she was the most energetic
out of the elves, her name was Holly Jingle. As the elves were running in they brought in an elf–sized tray with minuscule tools that happened to be
pretty big for elves. Holly Jingle took charge and grabbed a candy cane thermometer which would be more accurate for Santa than the other one but
still he was at one–hundred farinhiegt.

A Story Of A Short Story
I lay on the wet cold floor. The chains around my ankles burned, I could see the blood mixing with the water. Freya was leaned up against the wall still
asleep. How did I get here? We'll get to that, let's start with maybe a year ago. I was a normal 8th grader, decent grades, I lived in New York City on
5th street, my mother had died when I was four, I didn't know why at the time ,but it wasn't good. I lived with my Aunt Cara and her sister, Aunt
Joanna. My father. Had left when I was born. Let's make one thing clear I never asked for this. Never. BEEP BEEP BEEP, " Stupid alarm clock." I
muttered. I rolled over just to be disturbed by sunlight. "Sun you SUCK!" I said. I stumbled out of bed and put on a red top that said PANIC at the
disco, black shorts, my black greek style sandals, and my favorite black leather jacket. My curly blond hair was quickly tied back into a ponytail, I
grabbed my red Nike cap and ran out of my room down the hall into the kitchen. I always set my alarm clock to exactly 20 minutes till I have to be
at school. 10 to get ready, 5 to eat, and 5 to bike to school. Oh, by the way my name is Athena Laurence. Aunt Cara was cooking something in a pot.
Both of my Aunts are crazy they're into all that witchcraft and ancient gods stuff. "Morning dear" she said. "Morning" I said grabbing a donut out of
the fridge and a pumpkin latte, my aunts like to shop at the bakery and buy a bunch of coffee for the week then they put the coffees in the

My Best Friends : Andrea And Linda
Andrea and Linda are two of my best friends. They are the most phenomenal women I know, yet they couldn't be more different from each other.
Each of them is successful in their jobs, have nice homes, and are both beautiful with fantastic styles, however that is where their similarities end.
Their priorities are different from each other as Andrea is all about her family, while Linda is dedicated to her job. Their styles are so different that
they don't regularly share any beauty tips or borrow clothes from each other and their homes are both incredible, but located in different parts of
town and look nothing like each other inside or out. Both of these ladies are successful in everything they do. They both have impressive jobs and
have worked through many struggles to be in management. Andrea is busy all day long. She basically has two jobs, being a mother and a
Manager of a Customer Services Department at a Hotel. Job number one is taking care of her three brilliant children that are ages three, six, and
eight. She has them ready for school each morning, serves them breakfast and packs their lunches before dropping them off at either school or
daycare. Then she is off to her paying job where she works a full shift at the hotel before coming back home to make dinner and clean the house. On
the contrary, Linda is single with no kids and has no one else she needs to depend on or that is depending on her. At her favorite coffee shop is where
she has

Creative Writing: The Baby That Changed Rhonda's Life
The Baby That Changed Rhonda's Life On the cool, crisp, overcast Seattle morning of December, 16, 1997, Rhonda Crane and her husband Scott were
planning on giving birth and welcoming their first child to the world. Anxious, eager, and overwhelmed with countless forms of emotions, the couple
speedily approached the Seattle Swedish Hospital parking lot in their white 1997 Plymouth Voyager Minivan and arrived approximately 30 minutes
before their appointment at 9 o'clock. As the young couple parked their minivan near the hospital's main entrance, Scott, with a tall medium build, buzz
cut brown hair, and sky blue eyes, sprung out of the car, slammed his door shut, and rushed to the passenger side where Rhonda was patiently waiting
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Rhonda then slammed the door shut, tightly grasped her husband's hand, and nervously walked with her husband to the hospital's main entrance
taking frequent deep breaths to cope with the nerves. The parking lot was covered with puddles from the lingering rain drops and the smell of wet
concrete was dominant in the outside aroma as both Rhonda and her husband came near the entrance of the white colored hospital with countless
amounts of square windows. After the quick thirty second walk to the hospital from their car passing many evergreen colored trees, Rhonda and her
husband approached the main hospital sliding doors which swished open as they came near letting all of the chilled Seattle air flood lobby. After the
hospital doors closed shut, Rhonda released her grip from her husband's hand and wobbled over to the check–in desk where they both were greeted by
a female receptionist in her mid–thirties with long brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail with deep brown eyes. "Hello! How may I help you
today?", the nurse asked in an upbeat manner. "Hi! My name is Rhonda Crane and I am here to check into my appointment with Dr.Harvey at 9
o'clock who will be delivering my baby. I received a phone call from the nurse this morning and she told me that Dr.Harvey requested that I come in
today to have my baby

Short Story : A Short Story Of A Short Story
Short Story
Today is Friday, October 30th and I'm biking home from school with Calum and Natalia, my best friends. It is a warm and sunny day, well enough to
wear my favorite shorts. I am about to turn onto my street when I called out, "See you tomorrow and make sure you don't come unprepared. We need
to give Henry a piece of our minds."
"Don't worry, we know," Calum hollered out to me. "See you tomorrow, Chlo," they said in sync.
I reached my house and dropped my bruised, blue bike in the middle of my grassy green lawn. My house is an average size, just enough room to fit
all four of us in my family. I opened the door and, unanticipatedly, as I began to say 'I'm home', I apprehend, "Chloeeeeee," my three year old sister,
Belle, hurried up to me and clings on to my leg, all dressed up in her favorite yellow dress.
"Hello princess Belle," I say with a smile and bring her up into a hug. "I need to get up upstairs and work on my homework, but I promise I'll play with
you later."
"Okay. Pinky promise?" she says in her adorable little voice while her blue eyes sparkle with hope.
"Pinky promise," I replied, not being able to let her down.
I ran upstairs to my plum colored room decorated with posters of my favorite bands and singers. It represents the dork/ geek side of me while my
presence shows the girly side of me. My messy bed stood inches from me and I flopped down onto it. It had been a long, tiring day, but I couldn't
bring myself to stop thinking about Henry and how I can't wait to finally exterminate his bullying act. Everyone knows that his dad hurts him and
treats him terribly, but no one could bring themselves to feel sorry because of all the crap he's done. Everybody is afraid to stand up to him, but my
friends and I are strong and could no longer deal with him. Plus, he bet us twenty bucks that we couldn't go to the intimidating house on Sycamore
Street and come out of it okay.
Sick–a–House, which is what everyone calls it, is an old, spooky doctor's house known to be haunted by every patient that didn't make it out alive. It

is one of the first houses made in my small town, which is over 120 years old. The thing is, the house doesn't really scare me at all. I have no big fear
of anything

Birthplace Observation
for this observation I decided to do something I found interesting. I realized that I have never spent a significant amount of time in my own town. I
know that instruction was to go somewhere unfamiliar, but it seemed that the place I should be familiar with was the place I found the most
uncomfortable. It was a very cold November day. I was walking down the streets of my home tome, Babylon New york. As I walk down the street
littered with fancy BMWs and Mercedes, I cant help but feel out of place stepping out of my 1997 Jeep that has two working windows and a busted
tail light. This is my home town but sometimes it can make you feel like you don't belong. As I continued my walk down the street I could see that
the leaves on the perfectly groomed trees were beginning to turn all different shades of orange and brown. All the shop windows were decorated for
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He greeted every customer with a big smile and "How can I help you?". Working in customer service I know that this behavior is almost required but
they way he said it felt very genuine. He was happy to answer everyone questions and give them all the samples they wanted until they were happy. It
was almost my turn when I realized that the man was beginning to get frustrated with the lady he was helping. The Lady has short chocolate brown
hair with a streak of blond running down the side. The wore a blue denim jacket, with a black shirt on underneath. White pants on and was wearing
very large sunglasses despite being indoors. She was arguing with the man about prices, and no matter how much he explained that he didn't not have
control of that she would not stop complaining. The man kept his cool and they lady finally got herself together, payed for the items, and stormed by
me out of the store. Finally I was the last customer in the

Similarities Between Parvana And I
Parvana and I are similar in many ways. Parvana and I are alike because we both have a little sister and an even younger brother. Everyday Parvana and
I play with them and watch them. I think that Parvana and I could be very good friends if we knew each other. Parvana and I are also alike because we
are the same age. Parvana and I are both eleven years old. One last reason that Parvana and I are like is that we can both read. Parvana used to go to
school, but her school was bombed. Now Parvana's dad teaches her to read at home. Parvana's dad knows how to read because he used to be a school
teacher at Parvana's old school. Even though there are many ways Parvana and I are like, there are more ways that we are not like. Parvana and I are not

Stereotypes Of Dumb Blonde
What does a blonde do when her laptop computer freezes? She sticks it in the microwave. We have all heard the dumb blonde jokes that are now the
vast majority of jokes told. Media has branded the blonde as what the world knows to be the archetype of the "dumb" girl. Today a member of society
is judged on his/her looks, personality, and money. However, no matter how smart, poor, or passionate one is, as a blonde, one is automatically
stereotyped. The stereotype points to a human being that is dumb, pretty, rich, and stuck–up. This paper will discuss how the stereotype is used, to
received, and branded.
Media may have branded the blonde stereotype, but recently media has been debunking it over the years. From the "legally blond" movies and the ...
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The dumb blonde is a popular–culture stereotype often applied to women with blonde hair. Now the blonde has been branded by the "dumb blonde"
impression. In the article "No Logo" by Naomi Klein it is stated that "the brand is not a reflection of quality but a reflection of what the marketing
department wants it to stand for" (Klein, 3). For example the everyday blonde symbols a dingy and arrogant but attractive and popular woman. This
is an identity that people have adapted in to their lifestyles. A few years ago society seen the brainless blonde everywhere partly due to the marketing
corporation because it a part of advertisement that fits a particular style of people.
From the movie "Legally Blonde" to the hit television show "The vampire Dairies" the dumb blonde stereotype is beginning to change. Blondes are
not really that dumb. For instance "Legally Blonde" shows a woman going through law school and winning her case. Media may have created the
dumb blonde stereotype but with the new movies it is starting to debunk the whole idea now. Media has shaped society into making us believe certain
stereotypes. Stereotypes that are not

I had always done the right thing. I never spoke back, snuck out, or even lied to my parents. I was a good child. I felt like I had to be with my
older sister causing trouble wherever she went. So I did what I was told...Until I met Kat. It was 3 in the morning and everyone was asleep, except
Julia of course. That night, I dreamt of the day ahead. It was the type of dream that made you feel like you were watching it from a distance, not
living in it. Mom brought out a cake frosted with green icing and 17 candles.. Trick candles laid on top of it. I tried blowing it out and we all
laughed together when it didn't work. No one was arguing, and no eyes were rolling. It was almost as if we were happy. I woke up at 4:06 to the
sound of footsteps quick footsteps outside my door. " I don't know what to do." Said my mom as she was sobbing. " Honey, let's just focus on
getting out the door." My dad said, his voice cracking.The front door slammed shut and just like that, they were gone. It was 7 am, almost time to
go to school, and still no one was home. I called my dad, I needed to know what was going on. " Lydia?" He seemed surprised that I called. " Where
are you? Where's Julia?" I asked. He was speaking fast, trying to explain something, but I could only hear the heart monitor beep in the background.
For the next six days, I was at the hospital. As soon as I arrived I heard the full story. Julia had gotten into a car accident. She and her friends went to

Briar : A Short Story : The Story Of The Story
Most of the time when you hear the word "story" you automatically think of happy endings. Briar's story is everything but happy.When Briar was a
child she was kidnapped, her story isn't about her abduction, it is about how it has shaped her environment. In this this story it targets her beliefs.
When she was 5, a man named Japedo took her and one other girl named Jessie. Briar and Jessie became best friends. One day someone found the
bunker and Briar was put back into life with her mom, dad, and a little brother Maddox, that she never knew of. Since Briar was 17 when she was
found she still needed an education so she was put into a small school for kids who needed special classes. Briar attended a school with 18 other
kids at Worthermont where she ran into new challenges she had to face. Here is the story in her perspective as a captive. When I walked into the
cold room I looked at my schedule. I don't understand how the numbers work here. I was told one side is odds and the other side is evens, I don't
even know what those are. I walked up to a old man with gray hair and wrinkly skin that reminds me of raisins, from what I have learned by Japedo
that means he was a good man who led a good life. The man looked up at me and squinted. "Do you need any help miss", the old man croaked. "Yes,
wait no, well actually yes, is this the beginners class?" "Yes , indeed it is, have a seat anywhere" motioning his hands towards the desks. As I scanned
the classroom I noticed this nice

Descriptive Essay About High School
Kuoh Academy... A prestigious school that was formerly exclusive to girls, has become open to both boys and girls alike as of last year. Many
students hope to come here in order to pursue the best education possible, improve their athletics, or in the case of most of the males, enjoy the sights
of many beautiful girls. Three boys, in particular, fell into the last category. Said boys were relaxing in the school's grassy fields. "*sigh* I really
wanna grab some boobs right now." "I'm with you, dude. That sounds awesome." "Yeah...That would be nice." "And yet,fuck all has happened," the boy
in the middle groaned as he sat up. "Here we are, fresh into the spring semester of our second year, and we haven't scored one chick. It's not fair!" The
teen scratched his messy brown hair in frustration. His bald–headed friend agreed with the sentiment. "I know, right? We're supposed to be swimming
in puss! Why the fuck else would we come to this school?" The monkey–faced pervert pumped his fist up in the air, "To score! That's why!" "But not
one chick is even willing to look at us, let alone date us," the other boy sitting in–between the spiky–haired brunette and the baldie brought up the cruel
reality while adjusting his glasses. These three are named Issei, Matsuda, and Motohama, better known as "The Perverted Trio." They are the three
biggest perverts in the entire school and the subject of scorn for all the girls. "This is bullshit!" Issei crossed his arms. "Why

In the Year 2025
The wind blew with a vengeance that night. It entered every window frame and crevice of the old farmhouse. The rickety, rotting boards, that held
the sad excuse for a house together, seemed to sing an unbearably heartrending song as they creaked, and the bone chilling wind crept into the
house, numbing our stiff bodies. All four of us were huddled together by the somewhat functioning fireplace in the old abandoned farm house. We
had been on the run for four days. Our parents, friends and family were all most likely dead. We had witnessed many of our loved ones being
slaughtered; we had seen there blood smeared on our home walls, as the law enforcements carried out their orders to eliminate half of America's
population. It is the year 2025 and we were hiding somewhere on the outskirts of St. Louis Missouri. America, the land of the free, America, my
home sweet home, America, One Nation indivisible under God, had become corrupted, poisoned and deteriorating. No longer was it a free
country, nor were we a free people. We were not free to live, or even attempt to preserve our life. We were accidents. We were wasted pieces of
space, who were taking up too much space. I would however, gladly take my old life back despite its hardships, just to see my family again. I would
live through anything just to see there faces alive. But I know the only time I'll see their faces will be in my nightmares, reliving the day the soldiers
came and put a bullet in my mother's heart, a bullet in

Today is Friday, October 30th and I'm biking home from school with Calum and Natalia, my best friends. It was a warm and sunny day, well enough
to wear my favorite shorts. I was about to turn on to my street when I called out, "See ya tomorrow and make sure you don't come unprepared. We
need to give Henry a piece of our minds."
"Don't worry, we know," Calum hollered out to me. "See you tomorrow, Chlo," they said in sync.
I reached my house and dropped my bruised, blue bike in the middle of my grassy green lawn. My house was an average size, just enough room to
fit all four of us in my family. I opened the door and, unanticipatedly, as I began to say 'I'm home', I apprehend, "Chloeeeeee," my three year old sister,
Belle, hurried up to me and clings on to my leg, all dressed up in her favorite yellow dress.
"Hello princess Belle," I say with a smile and bring her up into a hug. "I need to get up upstairs and work on my homework, but I promise I'll play with
you later."
"Okay. Pinky promise?" she says in her adorable little voice while her blue eyes sparkle with hope.
"Pinky promise," I replied not being able to let her down.
I ran upstairs to my plum colored room decorated with posters of my favorite bands and singers. It represents the dork/ geek side of me while my
presence show the girly side of me. My messy bed stood inches from me and I flopped down onto it. It had been a long, tiring day but I couldn't bring
myself to stop thinking about Henry and how I can't

Chapter 1 : A Short Story
A young man with slick brown hair and an annoyed expression stood in the natural lighted kitchen. The walls were painted with a calm beige, and a
steel black oven sat in front of him. He spoke in an annoyed tone. "Hey Jake do you mind telling me why you got this oven from Portugal?! I can't
read the instructions you dimwit!"
A blonde headed clumsy teenager, that went by the name of Jake, turned. "They said it was a good oven. It's top of the line."
The young man facepalmed, "You're so gullible." He paused for a moment, and then threw the instructions manual at Jake, "Why don't you figure out
the instructions manual!"
Jake clumsily caught the instructions manual, "It's probably just one of these switches."
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Jake rushed to the other side of the car, opening the door, jumping into the shotgun and slamming the door shut. Gary hissed, as he was beat to the
shotgun. He opened the side door and sat down, shutting the door behind him. He reached in front of him and ruffled Jakes blonde hair. "I'll get that
seat next time Jakey." Jake muttered, "Don't call me Jakey!" He swatted at Gary's hand. Brock rolled his eyes, as he started the engine, pulling out of
the driveway. Jake leaned forward in the seat and fixed his hair. He was always careful about his thick, curly, blonde hair. The car sped through the
streets of the neighborhood. Beautiful light colored brick house and perfectly manicured lawns lined the street of the neighborhood. Brock was an
expert driver, he easily passed cars and weaved into lanes. In no time at all they were at the quaint grocery store. Brock pulled in and parked. He
was the first to get out of the car, as he used his large hand to slam the door shut behind him. The two boys exited the car as well, the three of them
begin their way to the store. As they walked in Brock saw a group of people he wished he hadn't. These people were participants in his dreadful
childhood, most people called the ones who gave birth to him family. But, for Brock that was a different story, he disowned them as soon as he
became old enough for people to consider him an adult. His only safe haven was his house. His house was his everything,

Project 3 Photo Spread Analysis Essay
Ethan Ray
CCJS 234
Project Three Photo Spread Analysis
28 June 2015
Subject: Dennis arrested for stealing.
Memorandum:
A young woman named Vicky was at the mall where she had her purse stolen from her by a white male. The only description that Vicky can give to the
police is that the assailant was a white male, "approximately 25 to 35 years old, tall, perhaps close to six feet, somewhat stocky. She recalls him as
having dark blond hair and does not recollect facial hair." (UMUC, 2015) William, a 6'4" male, witnesses the incident; he saw the man walk rapidly
toward Vicky and grab her purse. He had a good view of the assailant the entire time. He describes the assailant as, "a white male, approximately 30 to
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By displaying similar looking people on the photo spread you could ensure that the witness is choosing the correct one. "If the officer does not have a
suspect, she may show witnesses a mug book, beat book, or other compilation of photographs. These usually have so many photographs in them that
suggestiveness is rarely an issue." (Module 2, 2015) The photo spread should also display 6–8 photos when trying to identify just one suspect. Also
when trying to display the photo spread, "the people shown in the photos that are selected must be of the same race, age, general physical
characteristics, and sex as the suspect. Hair style, facial hair, and other facial features should be similar. If the suspect has close–cropped hair, it would
be improper to include fill–ins with bushy hair. The background and tone of the photographs should also be similar to preclude any particular
photograph standing out. It is not necessary for the images in the spread to be clones, but the photos should be similar enough in appearance to ensure
a reliable identification." (Module 2, 2015) When compiling or displaying a photo spread to a witness the officer should use the NIJ Guidelines as their
standard. The National Institute of Justice wrote Eyewitness Evidence: A Guide for Law Enforcement. "This set of guidelines is an important tool for
refining investigative practices dealing with this evidence as we continue our search for truth." (National Institute of Justice, 1999)

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