Hair

Beyond the Forest I rolled out of bed and yawned. I decided to go horseback riding so I could see the morning sunrise. I threw on some dark green riding clothes (because that’s my favorite color) and ran out the door. I walked the familiar path and I was almost at the stable when I heard footsteps making their way toward me. Without turning around I yelled, “Adrian I know you 're behind me!” The footsteps stopped, I heard a swish and before I could blink, Adrian was upside down hanging…

Post-Wound Hair Regeneration in Mice. Hypothesis: We hypothesize that in mice large wound size increases the number of hair follicle because large wound will activate the Wnt pathway that is necessary for hair follicle regeneration in wounds. Independent variables being tested: The wound size of the mice. Dependent variables being tested: The number of hair follicle. Experimental Design: This experiment will be designed to determine if large wound size, would affect the number of hair…

Recently our class watched a movie called “The Secret Path”. The secret path is about a 12-year-old boy named Chanie Wenjack. He was born on January 19, 1954. Chanie is an Anishinaabe boy from Ontario. He grew up at Ogoki Post, on the Marten Falls Reserve, with his parents, sisters and two dogs. When Chanie turned 9 years old, he and his sisters were sent to the Cecilia Jeffrey Indian Residential School. This is where he was named “Charlie.” Wenjack died on October 22, 1966, near Reddit, ON at…

“Who are you?’, I mumbled as I examined the pictures and art carefully. He never tried to hide his face and was easily recognizable. Black eyes the color of an abyss, black hoodie, black pants, black sneakers, black hair, pale skin, high cheek bones, and very thin. If not for his hair, one could mistake him for a skeleton in clothing. Maybe that’s where he gets his name from. I laughed at the thought, as any fool with even a shred of sense knew better. It has been 10 months since I became…

My mother drove me to the airport, the windows rolled down and the 75 degree air mixing in the car. I was wearing a white sleeveless shirt and a pair of light blue shorts. I had a small jacket in my bag for when I got off the plane, some books and my small iPod. I was moving to Forks; a small town in the north part of Washington state. I haven’t been there in years, not since I was 13 to be exact. It was the town where my dad (Charlie) lived, I used to spend summers with him, but I haven’t in…

Avery pulled her sport-utility vehicle up the long, winding, tree-lined drive towards the house owned by her landlords, Frank and Gladys Prewitt. The brick and masonry, one-story ranch was built about ten years ago. The Prewitts owned a ranch with a hundred acres, and were well known in these parts for raising thoroughbred horses, as well as cattle and other farm animals. Avery’s home is located at the front of their property in the corner nearest town, and she has rented from them for the past…

After conversing about various topics with my significant other a few months back, discovering that someone we know of is a pedophile, and discussing this matter I gained an interest in pedophiles; I never gave them much thought and knew very little about them. Luckily my significant other had a lot of answers to many of my questions since he had been interested in them before. Years prior he would visit the website 4chan.org and told me about discussions he had seen and read (when the website…

getting “the MC1R gene that somehow can play a role in the cancer initiation or growth” (Healy). In other words, when it comes to the person’s health, freckles are not 100 percent healthy. As the research goes, along with the freckles and the red colored hair also comes a propensity to develop melanoma—a particular deadly form of skin cancer (Healy). Not only is this possible, but because freckles are hereditary, which means that they come from generation to generation, if the person comes from…

the afternoon it can get really hot. She laughs at herself, remembering how her mother would always dress her and her older sister Jacenta the same. They had on a uniform white button-down school shirt, long black pants, and shiny school shoes. Their hair was in cute ponytails with black and white hairballs and flower…

Sirens could be heard while Adam Wyatt went in and out of consciousness. He looked up to see lights from the inside of the ambulance. He felt his body swaying left and right to the fast movement of the ride. He knew that if this was it, he would expect any minute to see his life flashing before his eyes. The oxygen mask the paramedics put on his face was starting to chafe but he couldn’t get his hand up to remove it. He wanted to cry but didn’t even have the strength for that. Adam could see…