You Are What You Eat Essay

of us don't have backpacks because we're not a fan of them or the one we really liked was too expensive or eventually became sold out. On the other hand some of us do have backpacks but they've become really old or we have too many and we don't know what to do with them, so they're lying underneath our dirty pile of laundry, under our bed, in our closet, somewhere in that place where a majority of teens do not…

“Well, as you all know, Nephilim are what you get when angels and humans have interspecies relationships, so this is no ordinary child. I have sent Eremiel back to Earth to care for it until we decide what to do with her, she has immense power within her, we can tell. As for the mother, she has paid for her sins by way of being stoned. Eremiel carried the deed out himself. The father, I know who it is, but I am not going to say. I have forgiven him of this sin and will not shame him for it, as…

the music room really nervous about asking Mia to the Yo-Yo Ma concert, What if she say “No”. I mean I have done this other time so why am I nervous so I am just going to ask her, “Have you heard of the Yo-Yo Ma dude?”. She rolls her eyes and say “Everyone’s heard of the Yo-Yo Ma.” I grin and hooked my ringed thumb out toward the quad, “I don’t think you’ll find five people out there who’ve heard of YO-YO Ma. And by the way, what kind of the name is that? Is it ghetto or something? Yo Ma?” She…

California. The twins met with their mom and the director. “We need you to go to Georgetown University this fall and room with Penelope Smith. She has conducted multiple mastermind plans. She managed to steal an African princesses crown, sell it, convert the money into three different currencies, convert it back, and render it untraceable. She ghosted the stock market, which is illegal, and did quite a few other things. We need you to catch her doing something illegal, because we don’t have…

dropped off by her legal parent. After Jasmine's mother signed her in she kissed Jasmine on the forehead and said “see you later cupcake”. Little did Jasmine and her mother know it was going to be there last time seeing each other. Many American citizens believe there…

for you, it is worth more money than you could imagine and I want you to have it.” “Why are you giving this to me?” the man said surprised “Because you deserve a fresh start, just like I do.” Charlie said, The man began to cry and gave Charlie a hug “God bless you, god bless you, god bless you…” he said over and over…

business and to strive to achieve in life. It is not a sin to better yourself or to hope that one day your children will be better off than you yourself. The message that I receive load and clear was that if what we do comes from a good heart and the desire to Glorify God then are actions are good. Repeatedly the author mentions that the act is not evil but what we do with that action. For example, it is okay to make a profit but the method at which we make that profit or the people we do…

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Bark bark,” Robert hollered up the stairs, “bark bark bark bark.” Which I could only assume meant “Number Seven, it’s for you. It’s Hugo, and she sounds pissed.” As I came down the stairs to pick up the phone, I was not motivated to go on another “adventure” after the last few times. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Hugo. Thirty minutes later, however, Hugo’s…

hurting just like you and me. I looked out the window with a tilted head as the corner of my lips drooped. I was thinking about her funeral. I told you to just back up and take a different path because there were so many different ways to get to her grave. You didn’t listen though. You honked your horn and told them to move out of our way. When my sister and I both yelled “why would you do that?” I added “they were at a funeral!” You screamed “I’m mourning! I’m the hurt one!” And then you…

with what is happening now.) How in these hallowed halls these people line the library’s casem created by the holes in the middle of the floors with their dazed gaze, the screen’s reflection of the present, present on their face. They did not receive organic knowledge rather a form of regurgitation. I would explain, in a very poetic fashion of course, that this narrows their scope of understanding to the current struggles, but does not draw upon the past for solutions, or look and see what…