It was seven am and I was agonizing over a calculus test. This was not just an ordinary test‚ this test determined my final grade for the entire class. I texted Winston‚ my best friend since the 5th grade as usual to come over for breakfast and to study a little more for the test. As we ate breakfast Winston kept glancing at his phone. When I asked him what he was up to ‚ he quickly mumbled to me with a startled tone “Umm… just texting my mom .” At the moment I had no concern to ask Winston why
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Pow! Right smack in my forehead crushing my skull. The metal baseball bat knocked in my skull. It was a warm sunny day in the middle of the summer. Joey‚ my brother‚ was hitting tennis balls over my house. Little 10 year old me was playing in the yard and my brother purposely pushed me far away so he wouldn’t hit me. Oh how I was a stupid little kid. I was intrigued by what he was doing so I started wandering over to like how not knowing little kids do. As I approached my brother he was so focused
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When someone says addict the first words that come to mind aren’t usually the kindest. Junkie. Loser. Burnout. In my case‚ though‚ for almost a year there was only one word that was synonymous with addict for me. Boyfriend. Freshman year is supposed to be for taking the first step into adulthood. I started out high school and resolved to do this by becoming friends with a bunch of upperclassmen. I added tons of people from Ross on Facebook which inevitably led me to Zack. I remember really liking
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D16-0877(2) On 06/28/16 at approximately 2236 hours‚ I‚ Officer Artaz responded to 1390 Crawford Avenue‚ to assist with a gun shot victim. Upon arrival I heard a male and a female yelling‚ and saw the female waving her arms in the air. I ran to their location and the male advised the female victim was in the residence. I asked if anyone else was in the residence and he said‚ "My brother and my dad". I entered the residence through the rear door‚ which faces south. The door enters into a mud
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The Drive Bam! I heard the crash as the front gate slammed behind me as I it shut behind me. I sprinted back to the car and my mom told me‚”Only five more minutes Blake.” Me‚ my parents‚ and my brother and sister were headed to our annual family reunion at my cousin’s ranch. We were on the final part of our drive‚ and this is always the favorite part of the drive. The wait is killing me. I couldn’t wait to see my family. My family is always so nice and helpful. My dad’s cousin‚ Kevin‚ is the one
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It is the morning of June 27 and what an unpleasant sight it is. The birds were out singing and chirping as usual. The sun also was painfully bright since it was summertime. I see all the townsfolk walking together and the children running to the square. All the families are hand and in hand just smiling and laughing. Do they not understand the pain of all the families that have lost someone? Do they understand what we had to go through? Or maybe they just don’t care. My mother was brutally
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My father‚ being a literature teacher‚ would come home day after day and unintentionally present me various titles that all brought an aroma of mystery. Temptation would force me to reach upon the bookshelf‚ shovel the dust off of the bookshelf‚ and attempt to read strange new words. Every title would elicit a wide range of questions that would scatter my mind‚ but‚ because I lacked the wisdom brought by experience and context‚ there were no visible answers. Therefore‚ I continued to read fruitless
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On a scorching hot day‚ I feel a slight breeze as my hair falls above my eyes. We are all excited to finally go to the playground after a day of hard work. On a typical day‚ my friends and I play competitive kickball games that usually end in an argument. But today‚ I smelled the musty and sharp sense of rain from last night. I looked to see there was mud covering the whole field‚ which resulted in the teachers howling at us to get off. They informed us that we had to go to the sand to play. When
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It was inky and stormy out‚ the wind was roaring like a hurricane was upon us. The year is 1882. I was with my best friend Lux‚ we were just ambulatory to head home from hanging out after church. It was approximately one O’clock in the morning‚ and as you can imagine it was fairly dark out. Anywho‚ we were walking and I saw this man with a ski mask on‚ only as he was approaching us‚ we realized that he didn’t have on a ski mask on. His skin was black as the night sky before us. I had never seen anyone
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I did not know what it meant to be happy until I was almost twenty years old. Growing up‚ I viewed the world through what seemed to be a veil; everything was muted‚ grey and distant. I had reached a point where I accepted how I felt‚ where I came to regard it as normal. Looking back‚ I realize how wrong I was. My first semester of college was a wake-up call‚ both for me and my parents. At the start of winter break‚ my parents sat me down in our living room‚ holding me between them‚ and asked
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