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(Nico's POV) I was scared, scared I was going to lose another sister. Will, Jason and Percy swam down to grab her. When they reached her I sensed a death. It was a powerful death, it must've been hers. I force myself to sink to the seabed and shadow travel to Camp Jupiter. I need to tell Hazel, I had to tell her she even existed still. (Hazel's POV) I had just finished cleaning the Pluto temple when Nico shadow traveled in, obviously tired but strong since the war ended. "Nico what are you doing here" I said scrambling to his side making sure he doesn't fall. "Hazel, she d-died," he stated tears running down his face. "Who Nico, Who is 'she'" was my startled response. He placed his hand firmly on my wrist and we melted into the shadows. Turning up in the Hades cabin in Camp Half-blood, I saw that Nico had redone the room. No longer were there coffins and one light to light the whole cabin, but Charcoal walls, 3 king sized beds, each that had light grey bed-sheets and curtains that you could pull around them for privacy. Hold up! Three beds? Did this mean I have a sister. Nico collapsed on a bed which was only one of the two with a nightstand. On this nightstand was a picture of Jason, Nico and a Blonde girl in a tree. I knew this wasn't Nico's bed because his nightstand had a picture of him and Bianca. This was our new…

Southern Heart Throughout her stories, O’ Connor, has hidden meanings of her viewpoints on southern identity. O’Connor’s style of writing has deep meaning because she was raised in the south, and she expresses it through characters for the most part. In her short stories “A Good Man Is Hard to Find”, “Good Country People”, and “Revelation” there is much hidden meaning in the characters that show their southern identity such as dialect and appearance. Throughout O’Conner’s short stories, the…

Wednesday night, June 9, 1999, I was at church during praise and worship when the voice of God spoke to me: “You are about to set sail on an exciting adventure. My hand is heavy upon your daughter. I love her more than you do. I heard your prayer and Miranda will not be overweight. You are going to the other side. Miranda will live to be very old. I will carry you for the next six weeks. You will run and not be weary. You will walk and not faint.” I fell to my knees. My heart trembled…

weird right?" You 've got my attention Doctor. "Well since this is your first visit, how about you get to know me. Then when you feel the time is right, maybe you can tell me something but when we 're done here, Ill give you a little gift." Now you have my wonder. "Like I said, my name is Dr. Steven Samwell. I was born right here in Garland, Texas and I am now thirty-four years old. I have been a therapist who preferably likes helping young adults like yourself, for nearly eight years…

Chuck van der Woodsen lives on the corner of 13th street. Not in a house, nor an apartment, but next to a dumpster on the sidewalk. His daily routine consisted of begging for spare change and rummaging through dumpsters for scraps. Barely making it by. Of course plenty of people walked past him everyday in the huge city of Chicago. Every once and awhile someone would generously throw a dollar or two in his tattered hat that he kept beside him. Other times they offered him something to eat.…

Ashten Lolley The Miracle Birth Payton Holmes, a young, beautiful woman at the age of twenty-one was a kindergarten teacher at the River Town elementary school. A stunning man by the name of Haden Clark was twenty-three years old and was a post office worker in that town. Payton and Haden had attended the same church since they were little children. It was now that Haden was older that he realized the admiration and love he had for Payton. One day as Mrs. Holmes was teaching her…

While at work the past two weeks I observed a recurring conflict. Two weeks ago a patient presented to the Medical Surgical nurses states with a Demographic face sheet and told me he was there for fluids. I kindly asked the man if he knew where he was suppose to go and he told me “last week when I was back in outpatient infusion area, they told me I would be out here today”. I said it would be one moment because I needed to make sure this is where he was supposed to be and if he was supposed…

Some people say that they golf to relax. I however cannot understand that statement. Personally I would rather just throw my first three balls directly into the river and drop my fourth two hundred feet from the green. And I’d rather build castles in the sand trap rather than try to pitch a ball out of it. But somehow in the seventh grade I found myself on the junior high golf team. Although I didn’t know it when I wrote my name on the sign-up sheet, golf would teach me the most important lesson…

"Ring!" sounded the final bell on a Friday afternoon at school. Students sprinted out of class to get to their cars trying to beat the rush of traffic; I was one of them. I stopped by my locker to grab all of my books and then hurried out to my shiny gold Toyota Camry. I quickly put my key into the ignition and backed out of my parking spot. I stepped on the gas pedal to beat all of the idiot drivers that don 't know how to wait their turn. Once at the stoplight, I took a sharp right turn…

For doctors, the hardest part is sometimes not the years of medical school, or the vast amounts of debt, it 's taking these years of education, and explaining it simply to someone else. I could tell a woman that her next child may suffer from hemolytic anemia and she must have RhoGAM injection. However, it is highly unlikely that she would understand what I’m trying to convey by hemolytic let alone what a RhoGAM entails. Simply explaining to a ninety-year-old how to use the bed controls teaches…