How I Changed My Life

How I Changed My Life
Every person who comes into your life, comes into your life for a reason. But some people come into your life and have no impact on it; and then
there's other people who come into your life and change it forever. That one person can change your life by doing something small like teaching you
how to cook or they can do something even grander such as teaching you the real meaning of friendship. That one person who had a major impact on
my life was my Aunt Sylvania.
She was more than an aunt to me, she was like one of my best friends. She was a very fun and loving person who could always pick you up when
you're feeling down. She was also a person who I knew I could talk to about any and everything. Whenever I was feeling sad, happy, or even nervous I
knew that she would be there. I would even go as far as calling her my protector because whenever I'd be about to get in trouble she would step in and
save me. So, when she died it was like the whole world crashed on top of my head.
My aunt had been battling throat cancer for a few months before she died. When I first found out that she had cancer, I was in denial. The day I
found out I had just came home from spending the weekend by my friend's house. When I walked into the living room, I could tell my mom was crying
because she quickly tried to dry her eyes before I realized she was crying. But, it was too late I had already seen her crying. "What's wrong with you?" I
asked. "Come sit down, I got something to tell you," she
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Was it worth it? "Do something for me, and I will give you twelve payments, of a hundred thousand dollars, every month." A mysterious voice said,
from the shadows. "Who said that?! Come out!" I yelled, out of fear. "Calm down. You wouldn't care who I was, when I come out." The man said, as
he came out. He was a skinny man. Probably 110 lbs. He was 5'11, which towers over me. He had freshly cut hair. He was wearing a black suit. He was
fairly sharp, for being a scammer. Then again, he could have just been a normal politician. He walked out of the dark alley. Since it was 7:00 pm, It
was kind of hard to see him. "Why would you possibly want to give me over a million dollars, for doing you a favor. Unless, this is a huge favor. Is it?"
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It's over. Bye Olivia." I said, leaving my house key on the counter, since it was her house. I took one last look around, all the walls were brown,
most of the furniture didn't match, and she had two different types of chairs at the kitchen table. I started noticing things, I never noticed before.
It's like it's the first time I have been in here, when it's more like one of the last times in here. "I will be back tomorrow for my things." I took one
more look at the house, before I close the door. It's now been a month and my first check, has come in the mail. He put it in a manila envelope. I
opened it, and like Rob promised, there was a ten separate checks for $1,000. I thought out my plan. I would redeem all of these, separately. One
every week, on a friday. Which was today. That way it would seem like it was from a job. Wait, what about my job? I couldn't deposit 2 checks,
every other week. There had to be a better way. And there was. I could just open up a separate checking account, at a different bank. There we go. I
would go to the bank, next to the grocery store, and deposit these checks

Passion : Passion And The Power Of Passion
What once was a mere burning match, weak and fragile, has grown into a magnificent wildfire, capable of engulfing the entirety of the planet itself
in its flames. Passion. Those with it, for anything imaginable, are able to shine far brighter than any other around them. I've always envied those
with something they could cling onto and call their passion. I've always gone through life without that passion, that flame, that I could cling onto
and have shine brilliantly. Sure, I like to draw, but can I say I'm passionate about it? When I ask myself that, my only possible answer is no.
There's an amazing radiance in someone when they get the chance to talk, or even think, about what they may as well call their obsession. I've
always wanted that radiance, but could never find it. Then, it appeared. It had been by me, near me, around me, nearly all of my life. Yet, only
some time ago did I reach out to it, in which doing so allowed for a flame of passion to be born. I've gone through my entire life without anything I
genuinely loved. Without anything that lit my heart ablaze. Nothing. That was until I stepped onto the field of grass with a black and white ball.
It's taken time and effort, but I've found it. The flame that is my passion. The flame that is my love for soccer. As a child, I would play in a
recreational league, but I eventually stopped. I was never very into the sport. Years went by without me even touching a soccer ball. My younger
brother, on the other hand, had not only continued, but has gone farther than I could have ever imagined. I'm proud of him. But, in a way, I've felt
as if I've ended up in his shadow, despite being older than him. To this day, I'm not entirely sure of why I wanted to play again. Whether it was
inspiration from my brother or a desire to find something I love, maybe even a combination of the two, in the spring of 2016, I began to play
soccer again. I don't know what was different from previous experiences with the sport, but this time, something clicked. I was looking forward to
every practice session, every match, every opportunity to play. Once again, it was only for a recreational league, but it served as fuel for my flame.
From there, before I knew it, I was participating

Short Story Monologue
She had never hurt anyone. Ever. She was young. She was innocent. She didn't even know them. She had never seen them. She never saw their
face. She never saw it coming. I'll tell it to you straight. I won't lie. I won't exaggerate or or put anything to the extreme. In fact, I might just tone it
down. The fear in your eyes is almost tangible. I didn't die. If I did, the killer was pretty good, because I didn't feel pain, or feel my heart stop, or even
remember sucking in my last breath. I'm here now, wherever this is. I'll tell you a story. I was little. I won't give an age, because that will make it
too real. I lived with my parents. I had no brothers or sisters. I was an only child. I had never known hunger, or pain, or sadness. No one... Show more
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I watched them go to my front door. I waited. They waited. I didn't dare do anything. They had trespassed, but they hadn 't gone in my house, they
hadn't damaged the property, or done anything illegal that I could think of. So I waited. It was midnight when I finally moved to check the time. I
didn't make any noise, just glanced down at my watch. That one silent movment and Ace swiveled around. My heart stopped. My breathe stopped.
My blood stopped. If the world and time could have stopped, it would too. Their every colored eyes darted across yard, not just looking, but
seeing, which I can assure is very different. I didn't move, I didn't even move my eyes. I couldn't move, because I knew if I did, I would die.
Suddenly, Ace's lips curved into a smile as their eyes settled onto mine. I feared my thinking was to loud. "London..." The entire world was dark
and silent except for us. Somehow I knew that everyone was gone. I didn't know where, or how, or what happened, but I knew they were gone.
"London..." Ace's voice was musically dull and pretty horrible. I didn't do anything, even as my vision darkened, and my lungs screamed for air, I
didn't dare breathe when I was making eye contact with Ace. They turned around and opened the front door. I blinked. BAM! Ace was standing over
me, smiling in a way that almost made me scream in fear. "London..." I sucked in air and then the world was as it should be. Suddenly cars were
driving, people talking in the

Understanding The Concept Of Manners
Let's face the truth – everyone loves a well–mannered kid, but raising such a kid doesn't happen overnight. Teaching your kid the basics of manners is
a long–term process which you can start as soon as she develops language and communication skills. What manners you teach your kid at each stage
of her development will change according to her ability to understand and follow social values. Here are a few tips to help you in the process:
1. Set realistic expectations
Keep your expectations realistic. Teaching a 3–year–old kid how to stay put at the dinner table for 2 hours is nowhere close to reality. You need to
acknowledge that there are certain things your kid is not capable of doing, both psychologically and physically, at different stages. If you try to teach
her more than what she is capable of, that is not going to benefit her. Understanding the concept of manners is as important as learning to practice them.
2. Create situations
Young kids learn a lot from observation and practice. It is important that you create situations or expose your child to situations where she can
practice manners. When you teach your kid to say "hello" while answering a phone, make sure that she is presented with a few right situations to
practice it. For example, you can ask her grandparents to give a call, ask her to pick up the phone and answer it. If she doesn't practice what she
learnt, prompt her with a gentle reminder "Remember what we learnt yesterday? What should you say while

Personal Narrative: Oreius
First things first: I shouldn't be alive. I mean I shouldn't be dead either, but, hmmm, I guess what I mean to to say is that I shouldn't have been born.
But enough with that, or I'll just sound like a whiny kid. Hi, I'm Nicholas Blackwood and I hate my father. My father? My father is O...BAMM!!
Dang it, here they come again.
Ever since I turned 14 monsters have been chasing me. Yes, you heard me correctly, monsters. A few griffins, a few thousand harpies, that's pretty
usual for demigods. But no one, not even in the demigod world has my followers. The worst thing in the world: the twins.Two of the greatest hunters
of all time have been hunting me down: Apollo and Artemis. The only reason I'm still alive is because they search for me from the sky,... Show more
I realized I had only a few minutes before Oreius was free, and then both of them would be after me. So I ran...again. I ran, but stopped shortly...I
was on my tiptoes, 2 inches from the cliff. I hadn't noticed until now that I've been running up hill. As I stood, looking down at the ocean, I began
to back away from the cliff. I backed to a safe distance and did a slow 360. On my left, about a mile away on a different cliff, was a lighthouse like
in cartoons with red and white stripes. To my right was was the outer edge of the cliff, with wild waves crashing way down below. As I was about to
jump back into the forest, the twins came out. Oreius on the right and Agrius on the left. As they stepped into the light, I finally saw how they truly
looked. Oreius had the top half of a brown bear, his fur was waving almost as if light passed through it. His not had sharp teeth with jagged edges
like sharks. The beast was almost 6 feet. His brother was an exact copy of him except for his bear portion of his body. Agrius was a black bear
instead of a brown bear. Also is snout was a couple inches longer, but his ear was a bit stubby. Other than that they were pretty much the

A Day Of Your Life
You're back together and it's official, now what? Now, after your second date, the end of that date has to tell you one thing: After the kiss that will seal
this second date, you've got to spend the night together again. You will wake–up together with disbelief and hopefully glad, things turned out this way.
This is possibly the most beautiful day of your lives, right now. And, you should be proud of yourself you're back with the man/woman of your life.
The morning is just beginning and you all need to linger in bed and most importantly have you first (very significant) breakfast together. It is important
to spend your first official morning together. Now, make sure there's enough food available (the day before). Propose a whole menu like... Show more
You already know each other that's why they (the commitments) have to be set as soon as a week after you are back together. This is to make sure
you don't make the same mistakes you did the first time. –First, you should all agree that you started off perhaps with no plans the first time and
perhaps made a lot of mistakes. Don't blame each other, you should be mature enough and confident enough to accept that maybe the responsibility
falls in each one of you and that you should move on and start fresh. –Get rid of the few "not that serious flings" or the so–called "no string attached
lovers". They need to go. It doesn't matter if you haven't called them for weeks because you are back with your ex. Make sure you and your ex get
rid of them (each one of you on his/her side), fast and effectively. It's never pleasant to have one of them call you, a month later, while you are in a
serious relationship and calling you "honey" or "sweetheart" while your lover looks at you and senses something suspicious. It shouldn't happen either
if you bump into one of them physically, one day.–Talk about what you wish to achieve with this relationship, in terms of goals, the partnership that it
entails, etc. And lastly, here are some other recommendations for your new relationship (they will help you make it work):–Learn to compromise. You
should both agree from now on, that one shouldn't impose himself/herself or his/her opinions, things should always be discussed and

Personal Identity: A Narrative Fiction
I slumped down in my seat and crossed my arms, trying to look unimpressed with everything that was happening around me. That's how I always
managed to look, so it wasn't hard. The new kid walked in and I took a good long look at him. He was easy on the eyes and two of the girls in the
front row were giggling to each other and pointing at him. He looked at them and winked; the psychos almost fainted at that. Everyone here had
mental issues. I mainly hung out with Mute, he was a good listener, didn't like sharing his feelings. He kept me company and, from what I could tell,
he liked me. Ever since my first week here, we'd been saving each other seats and I beat people up for him in exchange for his artwork. It was nice to
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However, when my boot hit his, it stopped moving. Angered, I looked up into his eyes and gasped when I saw the number in his sea green eyes. It
took initial contact for me to see someone's number and then it would show up on them in random places like a tattoo. So, when our legs touched
and the number 10 came into my vision, it nearly knocked me down to the floor. A number 7 was the danger equivalent of a trained man with an
assault rifle, God knows what this kid could do. New Kid, seeing the fear in my face smiled, this time evilly. "Watch yourself, Aiyana." He said,
staring into my eyes. I swear his own darkened and a shock of fear went through me. Any other boy in this place would have called me names
much worse, but he could even use my name as a weapon. After a second, I shook off my fear. I was heartless, I felt nothing. Not after everything
that had happened to me. I saw my own family killed right before my eyes and now I was afraid of some 18–year–old I'd just met. I gave him a stony
look as I swept his hands off my desk and he stood, and looked at me while I looked ahead at the board. After a couple seconds, he walked to the back
of the classroom and sat down, back to his smiles and games. Two weeks passed and New Kid continued to act weirder and weirder. I stayed away
from him as much as possible while trying to make it unnoticeable. He was friends with everyone, so this was not an easy task, but I wasn't used to easy

Persuasive Essay About Egyptian God
Okay, the plan shouldn 't have been as difficult. Get in, shut the place down, and get out before the alarm blares to possibly kill my eardrums.
Things never play in our favor and I should have known that from the beginning. You see, we 're a selected group of kids carefully picked by the
government. For what? That 's something we can 't say yet. But we are an elite task force from: S–E: Block 466. At first, we were government guinea
pigs then we turned into weapons. Back to the most important person at hand, Me, the reason you 're reading this. You may be questioning, Am I, the
person giving you this information, human? Depends on your definition. I walk on two legs and look human. But don 't let your eyes fool you. I 'm
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The comb–brush hybrid ran through my flat ironed kinky curls. Throwing on a My Chemical Romance shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, and a pair
of black converse. I ran to the dresser and grabbed an envelope. My hipster black glasses framed my face as my hands stuck the envelope into my
messenger bag. "Hurry or you will miss the bus, Again!" My mom caringly yelled. I nodded even thought she couldn 't see me and ran out the
door. Running on a small burst of energy only got me past two houses. I stopped for breath before running again. Feeling the soles of my feet hit
the pavement although I 'm wearing shoes. My brain goes into imagination mode and the Earth shifts. The ground that I step on melts away under
my feet causing me to run faster. A zombie rolls out from the bush as I run even faster. My messenger bag hitting my side. I reached my bus stop
and the world goes back normal. "Thank you. . . For what ever that was, Imagination, I 'm very lucky to still have you," I thought silently as I
boarded the bus. I take my seat as the driver takes off. Starring out my window and plugging in my headphones, I ignore my surroundings. It only feels
like a few seconds, but we pull up into hell – I mean, School. High school to be exact. We get off at the entrance and my two friends are there waiting
on me. Nico brightens up as he nudges a figure next to him. The figure looks up and I can recognize that face

Descriptive Essay On Destitute Beauty
Destitute Beauty In the large city of New York, there are many beautiful people. I am not one of them. I can pass hours away sitting in a coffee
shop in a tall seat next to the window, watching the beauties pass, seeing my reflection against them even more bloated and lumpy than normal.
Some of them notice me. Most of them don't. It doesn't matter. Like I said, New York is a large city, I'll never see them again. And anyway, I'm
sure they're used to people staring. How could they not be, they draw people with their large, black rimmed eyes and lean figures and cutting
jawbones like dogs to the enticing smell of meat. I am just another dog, one they will forget in moments. And when the sun sets, and the beautiful
people fade away and the crowd becomes faceless and intoxicated, that's when I leave, and where I stay until the sun rises, becoming one with the
pulse and throb of the mass. Promising myself that the next day, yes, the next day, I'll get a job, ignore the cold, gorgeous people, succeed even with
my lumps, and papery skin, and eyes that are just a little too far apart. And the next day, with my headache, I return. Today is yesterday and the day
before. The sun is especially bright now, almost passive–aggressively bright, shining smugly through the haze that buries the city, bouncing into the
small cafe in which I spend most of my time. It's supposed to be homey, with nearly dead plants hanging skeletal by the windows and overstuffed
couches near a coffee table. I sit in the uncomfortable seat that's almost comically tall, at the only table next to a window. The barista––Ellen––is
chatting happily with a customer, she barely notices me anymore. Which is fine by me. A woman, with long legs and hollows under her cheekbones,
struts past the cafГ©, a mere foot away from me. She doesn't notice my stare. It's a funny thing. People talk all they want about feeling when people
stare at them, getting goosebumps and looking around frantically for their admirer. But either it isn't true, or I'm not important enough for my stare to
mean anything, hold any weight. Searching through the crowd, I find parts and pieces that I want most, playing a game I often play. Her taut stomach,
her long legs, her bright eyes,

Descriptive Essay About A Runaway Bird
The Runaway Bird
I stood there, looking in through the bars of the cage, watching the birds fly around their enclosure. I rested my hands on one of the metal bars on
the cage as I watched my favorite bird, Sky, she was the bird I got for my 12th birthday that year. Sky was a bird with blue feathers and white areas
on its stomach that looked like clouds. I loved to watch the birds play with each other. I was allowed to hold them, but I was not aloud to take them
out of the cage without an adult around, and my mom was taking a nap. My mom has black curly hair and brown eyes. I stood there watching and
listening to the birds tweet, chirp, and play. I really wanted to hold one, Sky, to be exact. "I can hold Sky for a few minutes and no one... Show more
I kept trying to get the bird but I couldn't reach it, so then I just gave up. I knew I had to tell my mom what I had done and I knew I was going to get
in trouble, but I had to tell her.
So I went into my mom's room slowly cause I didn't want to get in trouble. I walked up to her bed and I looked at her afraid to say anything, I poked
her, hoping that would wake her up, but it didn't. I knew I had to tell her. "Mom?...Mom?" I said waiting for her to wake up. I had to say mom a couple
more times before she actually woke up. Once she finally woke up I told her "I opened the bird cage and one of the birds got out." Her sleepy eyes
began to widen, she brushed the tangled black hair out of her face, and she stood up without saying a word and she walked to the room with all the
birds. She walked in and saw the bird flying around the room. "This is why you can't open the cage!" she yelled. "I'm sorry mom," I said. After a while
she caught the bird and put it in its cage. Needless to say she was mad at me.
Looking back on that day now I feel like I shouldn't have done that, and if I could go back I wouldn't open that cage. I not only was panicking, but I
was scared how much trouble I was going to get in. I was never allowed in that room alone

I Ask Going Into The Kitchen
"Coffee?" I ask going into the kitchen.
"Yes please." Qiana, my roommate, replies.
I get the coffee brewing and head back into the living room. I see Qiana at the sofa with her laptop open trying to study. Her hair is in a bun with
messy brown strands shoot out from every angle. Her eyes give a gray blue feel, the color of her worn out Disney world sweater.
I was about to sit next to her when the brewer beeped. It was alarming, telling me to hurry. Our coffee brewer has two slots which makes it faster than
putting one cup at a time. I took both out, a white one with cat whiskers on top and another with pixelated characters, all wearing different sets of
clothing. I add the sugar and cream on mine, turning the coffee from a dark black color ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
You wouldn't understand Brin."
Once she said that my mouth opened. No noise came out. I was speechless. Did she not know my father was dead since I was four? Did she not know
I had to live my whole life seeing my mother in pain? I knew how hurt she felt like for 15 years, but I decided to stay quiet.
"You are right." I say looking straight into her eyes. I felt tears as I thought of that moment I saw my mother crying. "I wouldn't know. You should
go, be with your father as he is still alive. Make sure he is fine; but I still don't get why you want to drop out. Once your father is healthy you can co–"
"But what if my father doesn't!?" She yelled. She went into my arms crying, as felt my shoulder get moist from her tears and my cheeks get wet from
mine.
It was a few minutes until she got herself together. I grabbed her shoulders and made her look at me. Her face was red and puffed. "Q, drop out of
college. Go home with your family and stay with them as long as you need to. Just promise me something."
"What?"
"We cannot lose touch. Please make sure we talk every day, and I am able to go see you nice and healthy anytime I can come over. Promise me that
Q, please." The last time someone made a promise to me was when I was four, when my father promised me he would come to my recital.
"Okay. I guess tomorrow I'll go the counselor to tell them, and I think I will be out by the evening." She got up and

Creative Writing : A Short Story
Curiously, she took a moment to look at the coat while wearing it. It was old and brown but not to a point where it had tears just a few little scuffs
on the sleeves. The zipper was broken, jammed actually. With two pockets where April reached into to warm her hands. Ow... her finger was
punctured by a small gadget she pulled out making her bleed. It was a strange machine, unsure of what it was she put it back in the pocket. She
thought of turning back around to return it but weariness won her over instead. By the time she got in her car it was around 3 am and she was
exhausted. Looking up at her rear view mirror she swore she saw something, a shadow. Maybe, being drowsy and tipsy is not a good combination. She
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My eyes finally stabilize and for some odd reason, I'm in a bed with my hands tied to it. I try to pull away, but it requires too much strength. Save me
before I fall, that's the last thing I remember before floating into the nothingness of my mind. I allowed this to happen, it's my fault.
A random little girl shakes her bed, "Hello?"
She had long blonde hair, dressed in pink overalls with a pink bow clipped on the side of her hair complimenting it. Her face full of joy making the
complexion in her cheeks tinted rose. And her eyes, big and hazel filled with hope, something April had lost a long time ago. She held up a tattered
brown bear pretending it was talking.
"Hi, my name is Penny, it's short for Penelope!"
Her high–pitched voice startled April causing her head to turn. At first, she didn't know who it was but then realizes that little girl is her. It's her
eight–year–old self. Still dizzy from who knows what medications were put in her, she manages to speak out some words. Her groggy voice doesn't
help but she asked where she is. Her younger self–unsure of what she's talking about hugs her.
"Mom, you're alive!"
Mom? She just nods, not in agreement but confusion. Old white men walk in and congratulate her for being such a good sport throughout her surgery.
Surgery? Mom? She lets them speak hoping that anytime soon she would wake up from this weird dream. While they speak, they bring up her
involvement in a car accident

Summary Of JEWEL: Chilled Juice Case
JEWEL: Florida's Natural 59 ounce had two 2/$6 ads during the month including a 3 Day Dale at $2.47. FNG Gallons were on sale the entire month of
April at $5.99 Simply 59 ounce on sale the entire month at either 2/$6 or $3.99. Overall Chilled Juice category is flat to slightly down at Jewel. Total
Florida's Natural is +22%, Private Label is +97% and Simply is +2.0%, while Tropicana is down –16% and MM NFC has been discontinued. Jewel is
bidding to buy 19 of the Strack and Van Til stores in northwest Indiana, the bidding process will be finalized by the end of June... ROUNDY'S:
Florida's Natural 59 ounce ran one ad at $2.99, on 4/28. The 89oz retail is $4.79 the month of April. Alex Lemonade items are on the shelf and is selling.

Moldavite Pendant Research Paper
The Log Bench "What I need," I told myself, "is to take the dogs for a walk. Maybe then I'll remember. Two weeks I'd spent looking for my
grandmother's Moldavite pendant. I'd been going crazy retracing my steps notwithstanding the sentimental significance it held for me. Lying on her
death bed, my grandmother had given it to me for protection when I was fourteen. She cautioned me of the strong energies it held and that this pendant
would protect me from negative entities. Her great aunt had given it to her with warnings of the intense frequency and high vibration that resonated
from this stone. Grandmother claimed it had brought true love into her life shortly after it was bequeathed to her. My grandfather had served in both
wars... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Remembering the intense reaction I'd felt from the first time my grandmother had placed the pendant into my palm and thereupon I knew that he
was genuinely speaking. Continuing he added, "If you look to the south of the nest you will see your home. Ever since you were entrusted with
the pendant I have been watching as it's been my duty from the beginning of time to safeguard the Moldavite pendant and its keeper. There have
been many keepers of the pendant hence their reward has been protection. Placing this pendant into the wrong hands would have an adverse
impact on the earth and mankind as it can be used destructively. It's natural green crystals have powerful transforming abilities that should only to
be used for the advantage of this planet. Are you following me?" "Yes, I have felt its power," I replied as I cast my gaze downwards, "but I lost it a
couple weeks ago. I've searched everywhere to no avail. My grandmother entrusted me with it and now it's gone. I've no idea where to search next.
Will you help me find it?" Sparkles appeared in the crows eyes as he replied, "It's here under my wing," and pulled a silvery chain from under his
wing. Beautiful arcs of rays projected all around us from this delicate, oval, forest green pendant as the sunlight touched

The Girl Who Killed-Personal Narrative
I had to do what I had to. I stood over his butchered body waiting patiently for him to take his last breath. When he did, my body involuntarily fell
to the ground. The hammer I used as my weapon of choice, the closet thing I could grab after freeing myself from the cage that held me captive
since my abduction, hit the ground in unison with my exhausted body. I removed my blindfold, whipped his blood and flesh from my forehead and
stood over the lifeless man who stole my most precious gift repeatedly. I never actually saw how he look because of the blindfold he kept on my
eyes. I'd see a silhouette of a man about five feet tall often use the phone. He only spoke in Russian so I never knew what he was talking about. I
never touched him because my hands were always tied with twine so tight it left permanent marks on my wrist.... Show more content on Helpwriting.net
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Overwhelmed with disgust I couldn't bear to look at him. Instead I rushed to the phone, somehow I found strength enough to do so, and I called
911. No I'm here in this hospital bed and that's all I remember. "Do you remember how u got abducted"? The detective asked me. I stared into his
eyes and muttered "no" as the nurse to my left changed the needle in my arm that was supplying me with liquids. "I told you all I remembered". At
that moment my mother and father rushed in pushing straight pass the detective to my bedside. They both hugged me as tight as possible. "Not too
tight, shes still a little weak" the nurse said. The look my mother gave was enough of a signal to let the nurse know it would be in her best interest to
leave and leave

Personal Narrative
I scrambled across the floor, my knees grazed and bruised purple. Catching my breath, my head spun and I quietly reminded myself that I must keep
breathing. In and out. Steady. I silently recalled all the places I've hidden, crossing them off the list. He'll look at those places first and I couldn't
afford to be caught this time. I told myself that everything was on the line, I had to flee – hide. My legs were like liquid, unable to move. So, I closed
my eyes and tried to clear my head but all I could think of is of him. The way his voice rang into the air, "I'm coming", how it pierced it and turned it
to ice. Freezing oceans and slipping it under my skin. I was running – down the dark hall, dodging the tapestries on the walls, the ceramic... Show more
All those days disguising myself to avoid being found, what were they worth when eventually, I'd be found anyway? Was it the exhilaration that I
enjoyed? The adrenaline that pumped in my veins, that licked at my calves?
Clenching the doorknob tightly, my arm shakes. Doubt munches away like a tsunami swallowing the shoreline. Twisting the doorknob, the door inches
open slightly and light from the hallway leaks through. The sound of footsteps invades the silence and I bet you can guess who exactly they belong to.
My head snapped to the direction of the sound and the instinct to bolt came tethering at my skin. But that new flame that engulfed me is too big to be
put down. It consumed me, filling my once hollow chest with an abundance of warmth and strength.
I saw him now at a distance with his back towards me, scanning the foyer. It happens to all of us at some time or other. You see someone who looks
familiar and you can't remember how or when you knew them. But his presence didn't stab that kind of fright like it did before since all along, I've got
nothing to

Mancala Research Paper
Mancala the Game That Became Its Own Category Mancala is a game my grandmother and I would play when I was a child. Never realizing how
long it has been around, I found it fascinating how many different versions there where and how many countries played it. Nobody knows the exact
number of Mancala variants there are but what we do know is that there are more than 800 names of the traditional Mancala game are known. it is
played in up to 99 countries and there are over 200 variants of the game have been described. To make it even making it more confusing some names
denote the same game, while some names are used for more than one game. Touching back to the module, with the game being introduced to so many
different cultures over time the... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
At the beginning of a player's turn, they select a hole with seeds that will be sown around the board. This selection is often limited to holes on the
current player's side of the board, as well as holes with a certain minimum number of seeds in a process known as sowing, Often the holes are just
dug in the earth, especially among nomadic people. Sedentary groups usually prefer wooden boards. Other materials are also used such as clay, metal,
cardboard or even feces. In a process known as sowing, all the seeds from a hole are dropped one–by–one into subsequent holes in a motion that wraps
around the board. Sowing is an appropriate name for this activity, since not only are many games traditionally played with seeds/stones , placing
seeds one at a time in different holes reflects the physical act of sowing. This act of sowing is the act of them planting crops in the ground to harvest.
The game teaches the basic principles of farming to the uneducated in a dumped down version and probably not even known to mot players. Goren
Hoyle who wrote a book in 1961 about the origins the Arab origin to the games, in which he expresses a common attitude upon researching of the games

Alice Monologue
Ugh where is this? and why is it so dark here you could at least put on a light lets just yell for somebody or something " HELLO SOMEBODY
THERE? " [ Yes i am here master ] " who are you calling master?! " not that i mind being called that [ I am calling you that ] " yeah i heard that but
what is this place? " [ this is the void a place between life and death ] " wait I'm dead? " [ yes ] " how did i die? " [ you died of a heart attack master ] "
why can't i remember that? " [ after you died erased your memory's so that you won't feel guilty about leaving your mom and sister behind ] " i
don't know why but that kind of sounds like me " [ yes that is what you are like master ] " so uhm kind of late to ask this but what is your name "...
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let's go for Alice " okay from now on your name will be Alice " [ thank you master ] " so uhm what am i doing here? " [ fufu i was waiting for you to
ask that ] did she really just fufu i thought only people in novel and stuff did that [ you are chosen to become a God of Creation ] " WHAT I AM
CHOSEN TO BECOME A GOD WHY?! " [ calm down master you were chosen by the creator because he you are one of his descendent ] " wait i am
what? " [ about 100 million years ago one of the souls of the great great great great great grandsons of his went missing and drifted of to a for away
universe and you are that soul ] " but isn't he crazy strong to have created all that is? why was i so weak? " [ yes he is and why you were so weak was
because when you were born you was dropped down to the lower universes and drifted for a really long time till you came and was born in a
human body on the planet called earth in that time you lost a lot of your power and because the universe where earth was made is one of the weakest
of the universes you couldn't get your celestial power back ] " so that means i can get it now?

Breaking Away From A Scar: A Short Story
I pull my hand away as Taehyung lifts up a hand to touch his wound and groaned, "Oh man, this is going to leave a scar." He then reaches out for his
bag again, pulling out a white bandana–like thing and starts wrapping it around my knee. After covering my wound completely, he pulls the ends of
the bandana and ties it tightly. He looks up at me and smiles. The way he looks at me made my heart beat uncontrollably. I held a hand over my
heart, gripping the thin fabric of my school uniform as I look away from him to stare down at the bandana wrapped around my knee. After a quiet
while, I feel his light fingers tucking strands of my hair behind my ear and I freeze. His fingers linger on my long black locks for a few seconds until I
start to look

Creative Writing: Boudreaux
Boudreaux called my name as he ran to me. Shamed, I tried to hide my face by turning it away from him. He kneeled beside me and gathered me
into his arms. "Please lay with me, hold me," I begged, not wanting to stand. My legs felt too weak to carry me. Boudreaux lay down beside me and
enveloped my naked body with his. I felt warmed in the cool night air; his strength made me feel stronger. He held me firm; his hands on my back
were strong and steady. Mine were on his face, running through his hair; touching his lips, wanting to be sure that it was he and not another ghoul,
another incubus. With a fingertip, I opened his lips as I brought mine to his. I kissed him deeply, passionately, and then began to remove the rest of my
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The feel of his strong manly body against my flesh stirred an ember into a flame. I kissed his arms, his chest, and his lips, moved lower and suckled
his manhood in an act of submission, clinging to him as if a lifeline and he responded– slowly at first and then with a need matching my own. Our
bodies consummated our desire for one another in perfect unison, our sexual organs pushing and pulling until that final glorifying act of orgasm that
completes the cycle. I thought my body would consume him with its need but gratification came easily. В» In the weeks that followed, Boudreaux and
I spent our time between the city and his plantation. The weather had turned cooler and the nights longer. In the city, we slept the day's away– watched
plays at the French Opera House at night and dined in the cities many fine eateries. As it grew even cooler, we covered with blankets as we sat by the
fire and snuggled throughout the night, making love over and over again. In the country, we slept late into the morning then picnicked along the river.
On sunny days, we explored the bayous in a skiff that Boudreaux had used since childhood. With great enthusiasm, he showed me the places of his
youth and talked of his plans to plant more cane. We made love beneath the willows, blushing and giggling like schoolchildren when discovered by a
pickaninny sent to gather water from the

Being Thankful For The Most Important People For Your Life
Thankfulness is like a tree that keeps on growing, because it always grows one way or another, slow or fast. It is very important to be thankful for
the things that you have in life. Being thankful allows people to appreciate life, and have true happiness with what they have. It shows people that you
care about life, and what it has to offer about you. Thankfulness can keep the earth clean, because if you are simply thankful for the earth, and you will
likely not disrespect it. The point of my essay is to show you that I'm thankful for my grandparents, music, and money. Grandparents are very
important people in one's life because of the many whimsical things that they do for us. My grandparents are always there to make me feel better.
My amazing grandparents make me feel better with their warm, welcoming lives, and love when I'm down. To me, they are the nicest people on the
entire surface of this planet. Since supply me with what I need, and even more, I am able to do fun things with or without them. Also, they are very
caring towards me and the rest of my family. Additionally, they give me gifts, and good ones too, school, and occasionally help me do life. Besides,
they essentially supply me with everything I need for the real world, but my parents do that as well. One of my favorite qualities of my grandparents is
that they give us amazing trips around the world. Doing these trips with them is one of the most fun things you can possibly do. They give us the trips to

Summary : Eastern Slandered Time
IGN (Include Previous Names Also): RespectfulPvP
(https://namemc.com/profile/RespectfulPvP)
Age: 14
Timezone: Eastern Slandered Time (EST)
Gender: Male
How many hours can you play each day? Summer – Anywhere from 6–8 School Time – Anywhere from 4–6
Have you had any past experience? I have had past experiences with many different types of server ranging from prison, all the way to normal factions,
I have never been staff on another HCF server since this is the only HCF server I 've played.
I was staff on WillowCraft only ranging for 20–30 players a day, I was mod on that server, It was unfornautly taken down due to the owner not paying
for the server once again.
Another server I was staff for was OpCraft it was a hub server with Factions, Prison, and Skywars I was staff on OpCraft around 6 months ago and
resigned due to the owner not treating his staff very will, I was Helper, then Mod on OpCraft.
Are you staff on any other servers currently? No, I am not currently staff on any servers
Why should you be chosen as a staff member? I would like to get helper because I am helpful, I will always make sure to make everyone 's day as
good as I possibly can, I wont ever let someone ask a question and not get a reply back with a good answer, I don 't hack, I know when someone is
hacking and when someone isn 't hacking, I will make sure that staff isn 't getting disrespected, I really don 't mind when people rage at me and I
always stay chill, I will make sure to ban and record

My Dream Story
I woke again from the same dream that I have been having for weeks or months I don't remember anymore.The dream was about two older people
coming towards a young girl and taking her from her bed while she was sleeping, they just took her, as they were taking her off the property she
woke up and started kicking and screaming. Then she says a bad man killed her. Than she would say both of them were sick, very sick. It has been
happening ever since we moved near Lidtke Mill. I went out to go get the paper and the cover story was "Death at Lidtke Mill". I thought to myself
"Who was it? How did it happen?".
The rest of my family walked into the kitchen and sat down, mom and dad read the paper and looked like they had just seen a ghost all through the
cover story. We ate a almost peaceful breakfast besides Scarlett singing Jack and Jill fell down a hill the WHOLE time, I don't know what is wrong
with her. Mama said that it was a little girl who died in the paper. Mama said she had been kidnapped. Mama said by a bad man a very bad man. I
asked Mama to tell me more about the little girl and she said yes.
Mama started off saying "The little girl's name was Gretchen Keller, her and her family had just moved near Lidtke Mill too. She was sleeping
soundly in her nice warm bed, Her parents heard a loud BANG, they ran to her room and when they got there she was gone and the room was a
mess, and her all of her clothes were gone. They looked all over the property because it was huge.

Why I Didn 't Be Fine
It was late in the day and I just got a call from the school they said '' Your daughter Bailey passed out in class she is being rushed to the hospital right
now.''
I replied ''ok.''
A million thoughts that day were running through my head when I hung up the phone, is she ok?, why did this happen?, what's the quickest way to
the hospital? I was speeding all the way to the hospital. I was lucky I didn't get pulled over. When I got to the hospital I rushed over to Bailey she was in
a wheelchair and a technician guy was talking to her. Bailey was just going in for her first test and I said ''she would be fine.'' but I didn't know that
for sure, I hoped she would be anyway.
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I quickly said '' but if she's not in the pediatric wing I can't spend the night with her.''
when they arrived at the door of the room it looked like she was given a bed in a nursing home everyone was at least a decade older the Bailey's
grandparents. The aide then said '' watch out coming through''
He had almost bumped into an older mans cane and another one's walker. When I was walking by someone had said that their Aunt Mabel would
be getting a roommate and that would be nice. Everyone kept looking from me to Bailey and back again so I quickly announce that Bailey just
fainted and she's only there for tests. The nurse started asking Bailey questions and acted like Bailey was interrupts when she answered no on some
of the questions. The one nurse looked over at me and said visiting hours are over in a really scared but flat voice i didn't know what to say I looked at
Bailey and she gave me permission to leave.
When i walked out the door i just wanted to cry i didn't want to leave my little girl at the hospital all alone at night and not be able to watch over her
and make sure she is ok. I got to the car and it barely started but it did i just thought

The Darkness
The darkness was slowly devouring my body. All that surrounded me was an empty room and dead silence. I held on to my knees as tears rolled
down my cheeks. I dug my nails into the palm of my hand, trying to control the unbearable pain in my chest. The images of her face appeared in
my mind. Horns popped out of her head; a tail crawled out from behind her; and a wicked grin crept across her face. Her smile grew wider the
moment her claws ripped off my wings and any chance of escaping the depths of hell. "I'm home," I called out, while dragging my backpack into
the house. I was met by a pair of crimson red eyes, glaring in my direction. Her piercing stare caused my body to freeze in fear. I couldn't feel
anything, but the beating of my heart. I heard nothing, but the sound of my heavy breathing. I swallowed. "What are you doing back so late?" She
hissed, while looking down at the dirt around my shoes, "And why didn't you take off your shoes?" "S–sorry," I stammered, slowly backing away. I
had to live in the devil 's house because there was a better learning environment. She lived in a rich neighborhood, full of wealthy families. The middle
school there was much more vacant than my previous school. The teachers there were much more strict with assignments and tests. The average test
scores of that school were much higher than my old school. The requirements were harder to meet. There were many clubs and after–school activities.
Everything was just so different. I started to

Eulogy For Grandmother
When one becomes a sister, a seed is planted in the depths of both of their hearts. In order to grow, the seed requires the warmth of the other's love, a
dousing of compliments, and a breath of encouragement. After some time, the seed blooms into a beautiful flower and gains the gazes of many. It is
the job of the other sister to protect her flower, so that it never gets picked. I am a sister.
The day I became one, was the first day I left the house without a doll in tow.
"I'm gonna have a new doll now, right Gramma?"
Grandma smiled as she buckled me in.
"Right, but this one you'll have to take extra good care of," she responded with a wink.
When Grandma and I arrived at the hospital, a kind nurse led us down a hall to a window enclosed room. I immediately pressed my little nose and
palms against the glass and peered in with a bit of confusion. Three years and a couple feet tall, I did not understand why I couldn't hold her yet. I
also expected her to resemble one of my dolls, but that wasn't the case. None of my dolls ever turned blue or had cords all over their body and face.
Mommy and daddy gently rested their hands on my shoulders. They appeared tired, a way I had never seen them before.
"Meagan is not doing well," they explained.
"Meagan.." I tried the word on my tongue.
The doctors entered behind the glass, and I watched as they began pressing buttons on the machines.
"Well I'm her sister. I can help her. Let me in there," I responded knowingly.
"Not right now

Stormy: A Fictional Narrative
Over the months following the attack, Stormy went to a therapist for counseling. I won't lie, it fucking gutted me every time she would wake up in the
middle of the night screaming for help, dry heaving, then sobbing while Drew and I hugged her.
She constantly got tested for STD's, until the doctor said she was in the clear.
One night while standing in front of the closet mirror, she rubbed her hands over her swollen pregnant belly. "It's so unfair to them, I'm a mess. I have
to get past this for them. What if they come out messed up because of all of this?" She said.
"The doctor said they'll be fine, they're still growing strong."
"No, I mean, what if my trauma and emotional breakdowns cause them to have issues later on in life?" She ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
"Can we go into the living room and sit down?" Sandy suggested.
Stormy shook her head, "Is she...?"
"Yes ma'am." Sandy answered, softly.
Stormy's hands flew to her mouth, "My...my baby girl?" Tears filled her eyes.
"Miss Sandy, she's crying. I didn't do anything." The girl looked panicked.
Drew was still standing off to the side, "Holy shit." He repeated.
"Cussing is bad." The little girl said.
Stormy laughed through her tears, then stood up. We followed her to the living room. Sandy handed Easton to Stormy, the little girl stood silently
beside Sandy, her eyes bouncing between all of us. "I have some questions and paperwork that I need to review with you. Do you have time?" Sandy
asked.
"Yes," Drew knelt down, "Lola," he swallowed hard, "Do you want something to snack on or anything to drink?"
Her eyes widened, "I can have a snack?"
"Yes," his eyebrows drew in, "Rhett will take you and little Easton into the kitchen and you can pick out any thing you want while Stormy and I talk to
Miss Sandy. How does that sound?"
She smiled,

Personal Narrative-Practitioner
I watched you every day from behind the bushes for about a week, But on this particular day, You seemed as if you left out of your 4th block
Spanish from those rusty gray doors on the side of our school building. And I thought you were going to walk to your blue Camry to go to
McDonald's for lunch and order a number one like you usually do every Tuesday and Thursday after class. I was examining your perfect black hair
glisten as you walked to the parking lot's direction, But out of nowhere you stopped and turned over to my direction. I crept down deeper behind the
bush, hoping you did not see me. My heart began to race as I heard footsteps coming to my location. I quickly acting as if I were sending a text
message to avoid any eye contact

Personal Narrative-400m
Have you hit a time where everything you worked was so close, but it slipped away? That was my sophomore year, the day of conference track. I
did fair through the season, but was always working hard to a better 400m runner. The real challenge was one making conference, which I didn't
even get to compete in the conference freshman year. When the time came I ran a good race, but was literally one place and one second from
lettering. That was a major goal, so it hit me pretty hard when I have been so close yet so far. If anything the event made me work harder towards
my goal in ways I haven't really accomplished before. Let's start this story with where it all started, when I never even dreamed of doing the 400m
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It was better than last year, but still embarrassing that a junior was still playing JV. That year kinda made had enough of that, but for the first time
ever I was dreading the track season thinking it would just be a repeat of last year. I knew had to try a little though because I knew I was a good
runner, but I didn't know how good. Turns out that I was faster than I could've imagined, beating the people I don't usually beat. I added an event to
my list, beating on of the 800m guys to secure a spot on the 4x800m relay. I would secure a spot I enjoyed better than the 400m dash and that was
the 4x400m relay. You know how this story goes and how it will all lead up to the big day, conference. That year my team got all
–conference in the
4x800, with an honorable mention(3rd place) in the 4x400. The goal had finally been accomplished, but I knew I would come back, do even better the
next

Mystery Monologue
When Kise saw him, he could hear something sizzle from within his chest. With a snake–like hiss, low and hushed, it snapped at him with a bite,
concocting minute droplets of poison, dripping over him – burned the skin, peeling it off alive with tiny touches of death.
Exhilarating. Bizarre.
If you take a knife, jam it into his chest, crack open the ribcage, shove aside the lungs, slice the trachea and siphon the thick, metallic blood – you
might notice it was a hollow there, where the heart supposed to be. Or it might have a different colour, how it should be vibrant red, fleshy and wet
with blood – instead you might find a strange tumour–like lump of meat, black in colour, dripping with grease. It moved, shuddered and beat in regular
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Most of the Psych major classes would have been out by then, he thought, counting the minuscule minutes closely. It was a sunny Autumn day, the park
was be crowded with students who'd occupy all the open spaces available. Just as he was finishing his sandwich, a ruckus drew his attention – and he
lifted his jaw, lowering the book on his lap.
A group of tall guys in football team's jackets, sleeveless shirts and jeans were in the park, carrying a bunch of rugby gears to play with on the field.
The were tall and muscular, the athletic types. The jocks. The college girls in the vicinity squealed while the rest remained indifferent, some cringed,
scuttling away to open the path for them to walk on. They entered the scene with a conceited swagger, exaggerated postures and loud noises, as they
were purposely showing off to the others they were the Alpha males.
There was plenty of space left for them to claim, but today they'd decided to target the spot Kasamatsu's group was occupying.
"Faggots, get out of here! The place's ours." Zachary, or Zack, the jock with the auburn blonde hair, not the tallest nor the biggest, but certainly the
richest out of them and therefore had the most authority, barked at the Crime students. Funny, they never really acted so aggressively, usually. For
some reasons, the guy seemed to target them exclusively

Descriptive Narrative
"Captured" I couldn't help but feel miserable on the saturated, and frigid concrete floor. Just to think a couple of days ago, I was sitting on the
recliner reading my favorite book kidnapped. Ironic right, considering I'm trapped in a cell with a crazy person having to fend for myself. It all
started with a fight with my mom about a party. "But MAAA! PLEASE!!," I screamed "I said no, it's a school night Zoey," she replied, as she
hovered over the pasta she was cooking. "I hate these stupid rules, I get good grades!!! And I hate you!! As I stormed away and briskly ran up the
stairs, I was quickly regretting some of the things I had said. As I sat on the edge of the bed staring at the open window and looking out at
freedom, I got up and silently crept out of the house and ran until I reached the party. "I didn't think you were going to make it," said my friend
Bailey. "Well, I snuck out of the house to be here, so it better be worth it." I know you just got here, but we ran out of drinks. You need to go with
us to that creepy gas station down the street to get more. I was about to say no because I have heard the rumors about that gas station, like how
people have gone missing and all the trouble with the police. But I didn't want too be uncool and say no, so I said, "why not." When we got to the
gas station, I had decided I would stay by the car while they ran inside. One thing was sure, this gas station gave me the chills like I was watching a
live horror film. That was

A Short Story : A Story?
Bam!! Crash!!
I just lay there in shock, I didn't know what just happened. Everything flashed before my eyes. All I remember is standing at the top of the stairs, and
then I started to get wobbly. I lost my balance, and before I knew it, I was laying at the bottom of the stairs.
"Are you okay," my dad asked in a panic. He came running over to me with his eyes as wide as if he had just seen a ghost, his hands were all filled
with sweat. He sat right next to me as if I was dead. "Michelle," dad yelled at the top of his lungs, as he ran to the bathroom door. "Lilly fell down
the stairs, and I think she is really hurt!" "She's probably fine," mom stated. My dad usually overreacts to this kind of things, but this time he
wasn't. My dad went dashing to the bathroom door, and SMASH!! He kicked it right open. "I promise you I'm not overreacting this time.
Seriously come look!" I don't know her reaction because I was so shocked, but I do know that she came running over to me, "Lilly! Lilly! Are you
okay," my parents said as I was just snapping back into present time. I must have been in a really bad shock because they moved me to the couch,
and I didn't even realize it. "What happened," I said adjusting to the very bright light. "You were in a shock because you fell down the stairs," mom
told me as she sat right next to my arm" I looked to my left, and I find my left elbow curved. "What the heck," I thought to myself as I looked down
to my wrist. My wrist was pointed straight up into the sky. Now that I was thinking about my arm it started to throb and it started to feel numb.
"Owwww," I cried, with tears filling my eyes, like a big pool of water. I looked around but things started to get blurry because of the tearsin my eyes.
My parents started to talk quietly. After talking for a little while, they turned around.
"You are going to have to go to the hospital," my parents said. At this point I didn't care what they had to do, all I wanted was my arm to stop
throbbing and feel better. I laid there with my eyes closed shut, and shaking my head up and down. My dad had already left because he hated this kind
of stuff. Once my mom had

To Kill A Mockingbird Chapter 14 Alternate Ending
"What did I say about shaking me?" The two stared at each other for a moment before laughing it off. Kairi stopped and sent Tsuna a serious look. "I
meant what I said. This tickle spot is a no–touch zone." "Yeah, yeah" was Tsuna's only reply before he continued to munch on the strawberry pocky
his mother had given them early on. "So what is this great idea of yours?" "Let's go exploring." "But we already explored the whole house." This
part was true to the word. It was Kairi's idea to 'get to know' the house she would be living in for Kami knows how long. "No silly. I'm talking about
the neighborhood. I have barely seen Nanimori and I want to look around while I get the chance." Kairi kept looking at Tsuna with a look that meant
she wasn't going to budge. The boy relented to her stare. "Fine, but only in the neighborhood."... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
He didn't mind their torture as much if he was along, but the fact that Kairi would be with him changed everything. She could get bullied along with
him and that was the last thing Tsuna wanted. He knew he couldn't do much, but he wanted to protect Kairi. There was something in his gut that
wanted to protect everyone he cared for. If only I was strong enough. "Sure thing!" Tsuna could tell that Kairi was hardly listening to him anymore as
she went off to prepare for their next great adventure. "Tsuna look!" Kairi was jumping on her spot and was pointing eagerly at a flock of ducklings
who were swimming in a

Descriptive Essay About School
The room fills with light and my mom's familiar smile covers my view, as she nudges me awake, I slowly rub my eyes and walk to the mirror to
get dressed. I look forward and admire my face, my mother always told me I looked handsome; she especially loved the shape of my eyes, my
slanted eyes. "Hurry honey," my mom invites me downstairs in her loving voice. I rush down, my favourite breakfast awaits; the eggs and toast,
albeit simple, were prepared with care, a staple that never failed to satisfy. I quickly finish my morning feast, my mom kisses me goodbye and I
head out into the glorious day. Outside, the birds are chirping and the sun is in full bloom, as if to say I'm here and here I will stay, a lie. I continue
to walk down the familiar road, my eyes clear, looking around me I decide to make a sharp turn heading down Ne road; a road made the same day
I was born. I see my friends, they laugh, eyes planted on their phones. I wave and yell "hello," they turn around and meet me with loving eyes
asking if I want to play a game, I quickly nod yes and pull out my phone; a large grin plastered my face. The school grows larger in my view, and
eventually we reach the door. My friends follow me into the classroom, and we sit down in our second grade seats. It had always been like this, at
most the only thing that changed was the classroom. The day passes by quickly, school always does. On my way back home I spot a distant face, no
more than two metres away. I reach out and

The Last Morning Of My Honeymoon
The last morning of our honeymoon, I rolled over in our bed, my hand flopping into the warm shaft of light splayed across the sheets. I opened my
eyes and looked at the ring that now adorned my hand and smiled. One more thing needed to be done before my happily ever after would be
complete. "Of course it's what I want," Garrett answered, his steady and sure voice coming clear through the dark. "But you're worried about it. I
can feel it." I chewed my lip, glad for the darkness that he couldn't see me, even if he knew me so well that he could feel my emotions before I
displayed them. "Are you worried that I won't be able to?" he asked, voicing my fear. "Yeah," my voice shook with the beginning of the truth.
"Why wouldn't I be able to?" "What if her father wants her?" "He's had four years to say so and hasn't. Unless..." I felt the mattress shift with his
body as he turned towards me. Thank goodness for the dark again so he couldn't see the shame that distorted my face. "He doesn't know, does he.
Mikayla's father doesn't know about her," he said calmly into the suddenly still air. "No, he doesn't, and in all honesty, I'm not exactly sure who I
would tell." The confession hung in the air between us. I could feel him breathing it in, processing it, changing what he thinks and feels about me. "I
know. I'm your wife. We should have had this conversation long before now, but I couldn't. I'm sorry." He remained silent and each second that was
quiet between us, my heart thumped

Get Out The Circle Essay
I attempted to run out the circle, yet something held my feet down to the ground. It felt like my two feet were appended to the ground underneath
me. My feet were ardent, yet I had control of whatever remains of my body. My arms were swinging forward and backward and my hips were
contorting toward each path attempting to pry my feet away from the ground I looked Charlie, who standing now beside Aura. His face was all
written with fear starting from his trembling lip, to his wide grey eyes "Get out Flower! Now!" He shouted Aura looked at Charlie , with an annoyed
look onto her face "You don't have to shout, we are the only two that can see and hear you. You are dead after all" "What's happening?" Lyndon voice
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They all surrounded the circle pounding on something that wasn't there or unseen to the eye. It was exactly like Zakkery force field. The force field
was blocking me and them. Charlie and Aura stood at the side, away from them angry pounds . Charlie couldn't had helped even if he tried. The
passed on couldn't touch anything, no power...no anything, he was only a spectator in this game "O honey, I am not the one hurting her" Aura looked
down at me then winked all there pounding against the shield stopped "Then who?" "Me" a female voice said–A tyke voice . The voice was chilly,
additionally energetic frightening me more, yet this voice wasn't far like the others, but closer. Her voice was so close, it seemed like she was in the
circle with me. and I was right, she was in the circle with me. A scream of shrill fear wanted to erupt from my lips when I captured the little girl
appearance. She wore a cutup, dirty white night gown that stopped at her mid–knee, the gown didn't cover the blood and scrapes all over her knees.
Her black hair stopped at her waist, but a few giant bald spots laid on her head in variety of places . She looked so young and damaged, but that ended
when I looked into her eyes. She was a Darkling. Blackness filled her eyes and that was all. "Hello, Rosalina" she looked

The Effects Of Negative Images And Thoughts About It
When I was young and arrogant I really didn 't like staying in one place, i 'd always liked being adventurers and getting out of my way to get out to
have fun. But one day when receiving the news that I wouldn 't be living in the same area anymore, something called "moving" was just repeating in
my head. I couldn 't figure out where, I started to picture negative things in my head because of me not knowing what this word. I started to think
about negative images and thoughts about it. Then all of a sudden I started to snap back into a conversation with my parents and older siblings. "–so
we are moving to a new state because right now Rochester isn 't just the right place to be right now" father explained. " Sure whatever, I don 't care...
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" Hey Dad, where are we going to be living next?" I question. "Oh! We're going to be living in a wonderful place called Illinois," he answered, "our
new home is awaiting for use there." "Where's Ililonis?" " It's il–uh–noiz you idiot" my brother blurted out. "Hey Gido, please don 't call your brother
that, take that back and apologize" my dad announced. "Sorry" he muttered. "Now back to your question Deng, its a few hours away from us right
now so you can sleep right to have some energy for tomorrow when you see it. Okay?" "Alright" I screamed, "Goodnight!" I couldn 't sleep for
hours, sleeping in cars when knowing i 'm moving wasn 't really my thing so I fake sleep, when hours passed by my dad and brother, Gido, were
talking and discussing. " Now, Gido, I understand that you hate moving schools and meeting new people but also Deng, and your other younger
sister is going to hate this change because it's THEIR first time also experiencing this change when we moved from egypt, so keep your cool", After
that I started to dazz a little then all of a sudden I started to sleep. "Deng....wake up.....Deng wake up." We 're here, here's our NEW home!" my mom
cheered. I was happy it was a nice looking house. "Let's go inside," my mom insisted. "Alright", it smelled like wonderful clean raspberry,

So Get On With It If You Must
So get on with it if you must." Lionel went flaccid, and Morgane, losing interest in this game, pulled away. However, the flogging resumed. Even
now, he heard the sharp crack of the whip and felt the searing pain of the lashes against his bare skin. The nausea that crawled up his throat that day
returned, burning his mouth. He balled his hands into fists in his lap, hoping that would cause the trembling to subside, and he might pull himself
together before he did or said something foolish. Alis massaged his lower arm gently. "You didn't swear to her." "I... No, I didn't." "And you were
flogged over thirty times." Alis stated this as a fact, not a question. "Each time Morgane asked you to swear fealty, you said, 'I am loyal to my king and
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Please. No one considers you anything other than brave. Faced with assault and certain death, you stood firm. Fought back as best you could." "I
wanted to die with my dignity intact, but I came so close to cowering and submitting. If Arthur and his retinue hadn't rescued me right in time... I
was a breath away from surrendering. Tell me, Alis, what kind of man gives in?" Alis laced her fingers through his. "Lionel, I must speak freely,
and I hope you'll listen." She took a deep breath and blew it out. "Are you listening to yourself? You were abused and victimized by dark magic
wielded by the most terrifying sorceress ever known. Any other man would have given in straight away, just as your comrades did. You hold
yourself to a standard that a human cannot meet. And I believe that's what's causing you pain. Allow yourself to be human, Lionel." He shook his
head. "I was weak." "Are women who are raped weak?" Alis challenged. "Of course not! It's the perpetrator's fault entirely, never the woman. The
cruelty lies in the heart of the rapist, not the person suffering abuse." "Then why can't you afford yourself the same empathy? Compassion.
Understanding. Forgiveness." Lionel pulled his hands from Alis's and strode to the dining table. Needing a distraction from the intensity of their
discussion, Lionel grabbed his goblet and poured fresh mead into the vessel until it overflowed. He took a healthy gulp, then headed back to his seat,
but Alis was

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