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Walmart Deli The job itself aint bad, depending on the shift and day anyways. What we do is cook food in a fryer or oven or rotisserie, slice meat and cheese on a slicer, server customers, wash dishes, and the list could go on. Like if a night shift there 's a long list of stuff we have to clean. Depending on if we work as a team and have are crap together then we’ll be able to get out on time. Like for instance last night. We only had Megan and I closing last night. We are normally supposed…

The Boy with the Newspaper It was the first day of highschool... I was awake and ready to make new friends, meet new people, and most of all, get out of this house. I slipped into my beautiful blue dress that I had worn every year since I was little to my first day of school, most obviously I mended it and changed it up so it would still fit me every year. I was proud of my dress, it had once shone bright one but has now faded like my childhood as I refuse to let go. I slipped out of my room…

I stretch, "me too." I keep stretching til my shoulder pops and when it does I let out a small moan then form a pillow with my arm and look at Colton. His eyes are closed and he has his arm behind his head and the other one on his chest. He has a little stubble growing on his chin which I love. Guys with some hair on their face is my weakness. I lean over and kiss him on the cheek. That wakes him up and I soon regret what I did, "sorry. Go back to sleep." He rubs his eyes, "no, it 's okay." I…

Humans are flawed; humans lie, cheat, steal, and for all of their good qualities always have issues. These character traits aren’t specific to a single person, everyone has them. People are also filled with love, compassion, kindness, and all sorts of other things that make them nothing short of amazing. My cousin Triston played an amazing role in my life before he passed away prematurely, but the impact he had has shaped me into who I am today. Triston had his faults like all of us, but he had…

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…