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Dear, Young Man that stole from us, You may not remember me but I’m sure you remember the house I live in. It was a two story colonial, blue with cream trim and shutters; you should remember because it was the last house you stole from before ending up in jail. You stole electronics, that my husband and I worked hard for, a set of silver that was given to us as a wedding gift and some art. Although some of these items had sentimental value, I am not angry that you took these items from us, they…

In my old age I have found nothing better to do than write about my life. I have found that in old age you remember things, such as your first love. This story is particularly about that. 1996 The school bell rang loudly, bringing me back to the real world. My nose was stuck in a book and I tried to start reading again. "Hmm...look at her. Nerd." Someone grunted. I looked up and saw Jacob Stewart and his "henchmen" Joey Bradshaw and Carl Timms. They bullied me since preschool. I scowled and…

Before I lived with my dad, we didn’t get along at all. We were complete opposites and just never had anything to talk about. I remember being younger and having tons to talk about, but everything just changed out of no where. I couldn’t go to him with everything anymore. I couldn’t even go to my own mother. He cared for us the best he could, despite us not living with him, and he tried to keep us happy. He knew our mom wasn’t a good mom. He knew I picked up the slack. What he didn’t know was…

Everything I do holds me captive; from how I treat people to how I am treated. How I was raise haunts me every day. Nothing is ever easy and only when you realize this will someone like me try to find a ‘happiness’. I found a category of ‘happiness’, and that is art. As a small child, maybe I was six or seven, I knew I was to take care of myself and try as hard as I could not to be dependent on my parents. My father was often tired but would take care of me as any parent would, buying…

I walked outside the hut and by the height of the sun I could tell that it was about six in the morning. It was time to get my brothers up and ready for a busy day of work and school. Ravi and Daruka were still passed out on their matts despite the sun shining directly on their innocent little faces and rightfully so. They had stayed up most of the night waiting for Mama and Baba to come home. “Ravi, Ruka, come on, wake up.” They didn’t budge. I said it a little bit louder this time, “Ruka,…

Art Class Success Everyone seems to take their elective classes as a joke, because they think they are less important than their core classes. That is their first mistake. Every class that counts for a credit is important, and you still need a good enough grade if you want to pass. That class is also affecting your GPA, which affects how other schools, and jobs look at you. A class like art isn’t for everyone, but there are some things you can do to help improve your grade in art. So for all…

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess named Lila. She lived in an enormous palace with her parents who were very strict. In her world, the day after you turn eighteen, you get married to a man of your parents choice. Lila’s seventeenth birthday is today, and her life is about to be changed forever. It is the day of the choosing. She woke up and walked downstairs, as she continued towards the kitchen she felt the smell of eggs tickle her nose and could hear the sizzling of bacon. She…

As a kid, I suffered more than my fair share of pain. I can’t sugar coat the fact that it happened and what happened was awful for me and my family. I am not saying that I haven’t ever dealt with loss and pain since then. I have had my fair share of it, believe me. Pain and loss are more than acquaintances to me. But we certainly are not best friends. One particular event occurred when I was seven. I am not going into detail. It’s not just my story and opening old wounds, letting them bleed…

Childhood, that sound like a good thing right? Have you thought of what can happen during that time of being a kid and turning into an adult. Just imagine all the worst possible things that could happen and all of them happening all at once. That 's how i felt at a certain point in my life. I had a couple friends during school and of course they are awesome but most people know that you can only have one best friend. That pair of words “Best Friend”. When you think about it, it 's the person…

I hate going to stores. There 's too many people in stores. Which isn 't very comforting for me. I have this curse where I can hear what people are thinking of me. Only me. My mom calls it a "gift", but I don 't see it. Having to hear people call you a "slut" or a "loner" never really helps your self esteem. I try to blend in by dressing like all the girls in their slutty-ass outfits, but instead it just made guys notice me. And it didn 't help at all. I feel like no girl wants to be considered…