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“Well, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?” “But he’s a guy!” “Didn’t he fight or somethin’?” “Was he asking for it?” “Mr. Pierce? Mr. Pierce?” The brunette hardly moved, staring out the window as people ran to and fro like busy little ants. A perfect baby blue sky cradled the sun, a bright lemon drop with blinding rays. He sighed, making the therapist start in his seat. With light like that, you could just take a magnifying glass and roast all those ants alive. One, two,…

Long ago, in a dark cold misty cave at night, walked a girl named Sally looking for her dog Coco. She kept on walking looking for her dog because she thought he would have wandered in here then she just kept on walking a then she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Sally started to walk closer to whatever it was. Sally was close enough and the roller coaster seemed to be old, dusty and abandoned. The wood was covered in moss and it was covered in dust and dirt. In the moist misty air,…

The thin metal door of Rukia's locker swung open, revealing her colorful folders and an extensive amount of Chappy decorations. Sighing, the raven haired girl deposited a rather large stack of textbooks into the space. "This is what I get for taking all advanced classes," she muttered to herself, grabbing her bag. As Rukia turned to leave her locker, a bright orange figure positioned itself, or rather herself, to Rukia's right. "Hi, Rukia." "Hey, Orihime." "Are you free after school?" "I…

Narrative- On 13Feb17 at 1306 hrs. I, Deputy Halbasch, was asked to speak with Cristin Burmayer in reference to her daughter, Sara Evans, skipping school on a regular basis recently. Cristin informed me she wished for Sara to be placed at Evergreen Shelter in Bemidji as Sara once again skipped school in Walker. Cristin stated she had to depart this morning for work before Sara was to get a ride to school from her friend, Madison Zismer. Later in the morning, Cristin found out from the school…

Jonas could feel it. He did not know what he felt exactly, he just felt it. He knew his feet were cold and numb. He knew he was dirty and disheveled. He definitely knew he was starving, but this. This was new. This was a different type of gnawing. A rougher type. He felt it whenever he wanted to just lie down and sleep forever. Whenever he began to give up. It was a feeling only to be described as a longing. A longing for Elsewhere. A longing for warmth. A longing for what he knew was coming.…

Chapter Seventeen: Let the Fuckers Burn! They had decided that planning would be useless, and contacting the others again was far too risky. They had no idea where Melissa was, and as horrible as it sounds, they couldn’t afford the time to find her. Deanna said that as soon as they were out, they could shut the place down, and get her out more safely. There was only so many people she could get out. Tracy had expressed concern with then getting gout of solitary in the first place. Deanna had…

Everyone has a culture that influences them, whether they believe so or not. The extent to how much culture can influence you is infinite. From the types of food you eat, to the clothes you wear, or to the way your personality is formed. Culture always has at least a little bit to do with the formation of who you are. It comes in different sizes, ethnicities, and religion. There is no limit to what culture can make in you or the others around you. There was a short text in our SpringBoard books…

after figuring out the conversion of days into minutes. Lately, I 've been reading a lot of books on military families and children, which I think was to make me feel better but has seemed to do the complete opposite. As if telling me to prepare for death and to stay positive during it would help me feel better about my soon-to-be wife going to war. What a bunch of dumb-asses." I finished writing before getting up to get dressed. I put on a pair of blue jeans and a loose fitting shirt, before…

School is one of the worst places for me to be. It 's a place full of strangers and stress. Teachers throw all of this work at you, and each of them expect you to have it done. But they never stop to think about the individual. They don 't think about what 's going on with their students and whether or not they are capable of doing the work. Yes, you may be physically capable of it, but no one cares if you 're mentally capable. cafe People don 't care how you 're really doing. They may ask but…

“Crap, I slept in way too late.” At the beginning of the week, Leah Davis told herself she would wake up early and go shopping. Her fridge was almost empty and she was working long hours every day. She had gone to bed at 11:30 last night and forgot to set her alarm. Now it was 10:30 ‘Whatever’ she thought ‘I deserve a break. I’ve worked so hard, I totally deserve this.’ With that she got out of bed, walked to the bathroom and took a shower. Thirty minutes later she walked out of her apartment…