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“Mark, did you hear that?” I asked my older brother. “Go to sleep, it’s one in the morning!” Mark said. I closed my eyes but lied there perfectly still listening for the sound again. I didn’t hear it, but I fell asleep trying to listen for it. The sun woke me up shining on my face from my window because we haven’t put up any curtains in our room yet. We have a lot of other things we have to do on the house since we just moved in. I get out of bed and Mark is still snoring, so I grab my pillow…

“What do you mean nobody knows where he’s at?” I asked the MC. They had called a meeting and wanted to talk to me about Hunter. Lucifer the President leaned back in his chair, “What we mean is after that weekend he sold the house for cash. Apparently his real name isn’t Hunter Hastings, we’ve searched for him high and low, no computer database has him either. Even the college can’t help us, they did help as much as they could by letting access their system.” I rubbed my forehead, it had…

Angry red lines. That’s what I called them. I hated them, loathed them. But at the same time, I needed them. I needed the pain, the sight of blood on my wrist. But summer was coming soon. It would be too hot for jumpers and long sleeves, so I was trying to go cold turkey. But it was so hard. So, so hard. Often I found myself holding the blade in my hands. Most of the time, I don’t even mean to. It just sort of, happened. And I hated myself for it. I wanted to stop. I really did. But it was like…

The sickness that I live with is one that some would find excessively appalling, making it impossible to talk about; so I kept it to a whisper. This sickness I thought was to embarrassing to talk about, making it impossible to seek help, left me feeling alone in the dark. This sickness ruined friendships, without me realizing it. This sickness that made getting out of bed a struggle for me. This sickness made it impossible for me to see a positive future, until the day I stopped calling myself…

Jade 's POV "Shut the hell up you stupid bitch! I told you not to talk!" Derek, my step-father, screamed into my face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. "I-I 'm s-sorry" I stuttered backing away from him. SLAP! I was on the ground in a second, I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. "Go get me a beer" he said and went and turned on the TV. I walk to the fridge and grabbed his beer and went and gave it to him. "Now get out of my sight, I don 't want to have to look at your ugly face…

People often say “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Describe a time when you misjudged someone based on his or her appearance or when someone misjudged you. Sometimes you misjudge people. By sometimes, I mean all the time. When you misjudge someone it is usually on their looks, but other times you think it is right to judge them by their ACTIONS. You think that if someone acts bad you have the “holy right” to judge them. Wait, but is that not what you are judging them for? Sometimes actions and…

Mrs. Meariam is 51 year old single mother, domiciled in the Bronx, was self-employed for several years, with her medical history of schizophrenia, client has history of violence. Me: Hello Ms. Meariam, I’m a nursing student. D.M.: `` how do you know my name, are you Mary? You look like someone I know.’’ Me: ``sometimes I can image people names just by looking at their face.’’ D.W. so are you a psychic? Me: `` kind of.’’ Me: ``So can I ask you how long you have been here?’’ D.M.: ``I’ve…

The Chevrolet TrailBlazer is midsize, SUV produced from 2002 to 2009. This traditional body-on-frame SUV was available in 4x2 and 4x4 configurations and provides room for five or seven. Chevrolet TrailBlazer: 2002 to 2009 The Chevrolet TrailBlazer was a one-generation model and successor to the Chevrolet Blazer. It was followed by a pair of SUVs: the Chevrolet Equinox and Traverse. The Chevrolet TrailBlazer was underpinned by the same platform powering the Chevrolet Colorado pickup truck.…

There are moments in the life of a Christian that are specially guarded in the deepest of the heart. Moments that mark a before and an after, moments that are extremely touched with the hand of God. Sometimes people go through experiences that makes them wonder if God is trying to talk to them, or if they are mistakenly assuming that something is from God and in reality is caused by human emotions. Truth is that God wants to communicate with us at all times, he wants to talk to us, even through…

Have you ever rejoiced when something bad happens to somebody? I am going to tell you about a story of a woman who rejoiced when a terribly tragic event happened to her husband. This story starts in 1894 when women had no power. The woman’s name was Mrs. Mallard, and she was married to Brently Mallard. She had a heart disease and any seriously shocking moments could trigger a fatal heart attack. Mrs. Mallard is an unsympathetic person based on her desire to become a widow, the perceived joy…