There is nothing I enjoy more in life than opening the double doors to an Urban Outfitters, Rue 21, or H&M and seeing all the clothes sitting promptly in their display cases waiting to be worn by all. I gaily skip through the aisles of the department store looking for the perfect coat, sweater, vest, cardigan, pair of jeans, or joggers to buy. When I finally come across an item that I might be interested in I wait for it to speak to me. It’s as if I am the “Clothes Whisperer”. The item says, “Buy me, Jaylon! Come on you know you want!” I grab the piece of clothing and rush to the changing room to try it on. Once I’ve wiggled my way into the shirt, jacket, or pants I examine myself in the mirror. I imagine how fabulous I would look strutting around campus in my brand new outfit. By now, I can barely contain my excitement. I make my way to the check-out line grinning from ear to ear thinking about all the compliments I’m going to get on my new piece of clothing. When I give the cashier my card it’s as if everything is in slow motion. I’m taking in every single moment. Once I hear that card go through I jump for joy. I glide across the
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But for this story I will refer to her in her truest form,” The Devil”. My hatred for The Devil started way back in preschool. It was arts and crafts time at Sunshine Academy. I was a very pleasant boy. So happy. So full of laughter. Some may say I laughed a little too much. My friend, Javier, made a joke that left me bellowing. The Devil thought that my laugh was annoying. So instead of asking me to be quite like a normal person she decided to take scissors and stab them up my nose to shut me up. Blood poured from nose and all three of my teachers rushed to my aid. As Ms. Bonnie, one of my teachers, carried me out of the room I turned back to see The Devil cackling like the witch she was. That is my I will always hate The
But for this story I will refer to her in her truest form,” The Devil”. My hatred for The Devil started way back in preschool. It was arts and crafts time at Sunshine Academy. I was a very pleasant boy. So happy. So full of laughter. Some may say I laughed a little too much. My friend, Javier, made a joke that left me bellowing. The Devil thought that my laugh was annoying. So instead of asking me to be quite like a normal person she decided to take scissors and stab them up my nose to shut me up. Blood poured from nose and all three of my teachers rushed to my aid. As Ms. Bonnie, one of my teachers, carried me out of the room I turned back to see The Devil cackling like the witch she was. That is my I will always hate The