It was the 7th-grade year and everyone knew me well. One day‚ when I came home from school‚ there was no one there. Creek. Crack. Squeak. Squeak. I heard many small noises in my house. Then as I looked around‚ all my windows were wide open. There was a huge wind blowing through the air‚ harder than a hurricane. It felt like an air conditioner in the hot sweaty summer. Then suddenly‚ “ding‚ ding‚ ding!” My phone notification went off. The notification came from a social media app called Kik. The notification
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My buckling legs trudge towards the fireplace to resume my task.The aching in my back resorts to unbearable as my hand reaches for the metal bucket.I squeeze the side of my rib in hopes of lessening the pain but it gets worse. It gets really worse. Unable to bear it any longer‚my knees buckle and I fall on the hardwood floor.My hands grip my sides‚hoping to stop the sudden pain‚but my attempts are futile. My bones crack as I crouch down in agony.But I know I can’t stay on the floor any longer
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could never repair your darkness‚ for you were never a spotlight. You never really lit up my world as I tried to tell myself you did. I press my face against the glass of the window by my bed and breathe. I watch as the air splays out and clouds the outside world in a blanket of fog‚ and it reminds me of what you once did to my
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The scent of popcorn wafts over the peeling red walls of the ancient gym. Fluorescent lights blind me as I turn to glance over at the creaky old bleachers. The shuffles and murmurs of parents fill the sticky air while they come in. Clad in itchy mesh jerseys that boasted a large spur on the front hung over the equally uncomfortable shorts that resembled the jet black of my jersey‚ I block out the cheers of the crowd while attempting to perfect my form. Swish! The basketball floats through the air
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with a slice of crispy toast‚ the butter was perfectly melted and seeped into the crust one squeeze‚ and it oozed out and dripped on the floor. Once I put my boots on‚ my feet were excited and before I knew it‚ I was flying out the door. One step outside and the smell of melting snow and cold mud flooded my sinuses‚ and I was overwhelmed with the scent of spring. The air was crisp and cool on my face. With each breath I could feel the chilly air run down my throat and into my lungs‚ it was quite soothing
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Eric Moore Essay #1 #365 September 4‚ 2010 My eyes and ears open to the sound of chirping birds outside the dew covered window and my alarm buzzing behind my head. I sense that my room is still messed up from the night before after I threw my gym bag down from practice yesterday night. I stretch my arms and legs as I prepare to get out of my warm bed. I was so sore from practice it felt as if my muscles turned of and I couldn’t move for the whole time. I started to get the feeling back into
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green and black alarm clock goes off on the tableside next to my eardrum. I roll over onto my right side and hit the dismiss button turning off the vexatious sound. Slithering out of bed‚ I flick on the lights and slide on the usual black shirt‚ black jeans‚ and Converse; since it is the middle of January I put on a black beanie. I glide down the stairs and I topple over a colossal cardboard box and assuming it has Richard written in illegible letters‚ I know my stepdad has taken residence in my
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CHAPTER ONE: The only decoration in my locker was an old ninja turtles band-aid stuck on the inside from someone in a previous year. I hadn’t bothered to peel it off. The blue paint was slowly peeling off and the lock only worked half the time. I pulled my hair out of its ponytail and shook it out before grabbing my textbook out of the locker. My nails were bitten short with chipped blue nail polish. Last class I had destroyed them with anxiety. I shut my locker in frustration‚ knowing the next
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sat by the door and began listening in on the argument. My dad had obviously became aware of the affair my mom was having. I continued to listen to him shout profanities and the sounds of breaking things. Then‚ I heard it. A gunshot rang through the house and filled it with silence. Sobs from my father erupted shortly after‚ and another gunshot followed that. I remember the police knocking on the door and asking if everything was alright. It took all of my courage to open the door and ascend down the
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It was outside. The outside runs were nice and simple but yet fun enough for a cute dog to be widley entertained by it. On the ground were rubbery woodchips and colorful rocks. In each corner was a light blue‚ plastic kiddie pool which water rippled in the afternoon breeze
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