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One night sophomore year I decided I wanted to be bad and sneak out of my house. So around one in the morning, I hopped out of my window and snuck out to meet friends. I wasn’t thinking about what my parents told me about people who raped girls. I wasn’t even afraid of that. The only thing I was afraid of was getting caught, but even that wasn’t a big deal to me. I started heading home at about three in the morning. My friends didn’t live in the same direction as me so I was walking by myself. As I was walking a man came from the side and started walking in front of me. I slowed down because I didn’t want to be anywhere near him. I didn’t think he’d seen me. I kept walking and the man turned at the corner into the alley. I felt relieved because I thought he was gone. But he was there waiting for me. I walked past him and saw him from the corner of my eye. Once I saw him, I knew it was over for me. Before I had the chance to run away or even think, he grabbed me from behind and put his hand over my mouth. Then he started to drag me into the alley. I somehow made myself fall to the ground so I wouldn’t be dragged any further. As I fell to the ground, he got on top of me. I had no way to escape and his hand was still on my mouth. The only thing I could think was that I was going to die. I never knew it was possible to be as scared as I was at that moment. I didn’t think I had any chance of surviving. The instant he moved his hand off my mouth to touch me in my private area, I started to scream. I screamed as loud as I could for somebody to help me. But nobody came. I think my screaming must have startled him. After moments of my loud screaming, he slapped me across my face. He had a very heavy hand. It was the hardest I have ever been slapped. After he slapped me, he got up and ran away. I ran as fast as I could in the other direction toward my house. I ran the whole way home. I made it home fine. I didn’t get caught by my parents. I was almost wishing that I would get caught. At that moment I didn’t want to be alone. I needed that comfort that you can only get from a mom or dad. When I got home, I broke down and cried. I sat on my bed with the lights off and cried myself to sleep. I couldn’t believe what just happened to me. This experience is something that I will remember for the rest of my life. I will forever be affected. It’s extremely important for all girls to know how serious this can be. Listen to your parents when they warn you. Even though I went through such a traumatic experience, I feel very lucky. I’m lucky that I still have my life. I was able to escape a situation that many girls are not able to. I am extremely thankful. I believe that God was looking out for me.

It was a normal weekend. My family and I were kicking back watching a movie when the phone rang. My mom got up to answer it. A few minutes later she came back with a look of apprehensiveness. A spine-chilling sensation suddenly overtook my body and I was panicky to hear what my mom was about to say. The call was from a close family friend and the news was about my friend, Dale, who had been battling leukemia for almost as long as I’ve known him. He had been in and out of Miller Children’s Hospital in Long Beach since the age of 2. Before my mom could say a word, I knew that this time Dale wasn’t coming home. My heart dropped and the world stopped moving as my mom told us that we had to leave for the hospital immediately and that Dale didn’t have much time left. I watched my family run about the house, grabbing their jackets and keys, and there I was as stiff as a board. I couldn’t move an inch. The thought of seeing Dale lying there on his deathbed terrified me and I didn’t want to go. I mean, what was I supposed to say to this 9-year-old boy who loved life more than anything and who fought with all he had to beat this stupid thing called cancer? How do I say goodbye to my little friend who was not ready to die? Death scares me more than anything...
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