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Broken Bone(s) and more In June of 2008, I was a happy five year old running around the park at my summer care Good Shepherd. It was a normal day we did all of our morning activities, ate lunch, then went outside to play. I was running around, and suddenly I tripped and fell. I landed in a really wrong way. The teachers ran over, and took me to the office, and I waited for my mom to pick me up in tears. It was going to be a long day. What felt like hours later my mom finally arrived. We went

“No, sir” The man said, “It is not for free.” Endless mass of junk was stretched to either side of the stinking ally. I picked up the rusty old trophy which bore my name. The cold iron surface was visible from the craters in the gold paint. I scratched the surface and a large chunk of the fake golden paint fell to the land. The person manning the junk glowered at me. I shrugged and put the trophy back. “Do you know that this piece of junk has my name carved on it?” I asked, amused. The man was confounded

I wake up just enough to roll over. As I do so, the annoying, repetitive sound of my alarm clock fills my ears. I groan and roll myself out of bed. I trudge over to my dresser and turn the alarm off. I don 't feel like going to school today, especially since I know that Dad will be calling Mom while I 'm gone. As I walk to the bathroom, I grab my phone from my desk. I see that I have two new messages and one new email. I read the first message, which is from my mom, telling me that she 'd be gone

Chapter One I had enough of all the bad things in my life. “Mikena, time to go to school.” My mom said. I grabbed my small, mint green backpack and I went out the front door. My dad was waiting outside. He gave me a kiss on the forehead. I felt like a princess at that moment. My dad went inside the car and I started walk to school. My dad is going to his workplace which is a restaurant. I arrived at my school in less than ten minutes. That’s a new record. I saw Alicia with her friends on

and what can happen and all that, and he also read many books because he couldn 't do anything else in his house. For my assistance most of my friends, as well as family encouraged me to do cheer because they thought it would be something that would be good for me to do. It was funny though because a lot of people could not believe that I actually wanted to do cheer. Both of our assistances are similar as well because people helped us and explained things that we needed to know. Now, I am going to

“An accident,” I repeated. “My fault, not Kevin’s. Please let me see him”. Pg.10 Dana told the police the injury was an accident and that it was her fault. The police did not believe her, but since there were no witnesses, they had no choice but to release Kevin from jail. I think Dana should’ve told the truth to the police. “I know. But that seemed to be a good word to use on them to show my ignorance. It wasn’t all that inaccurate either. Then they wanted me to tell them how such a thing could

traffic, waiting. I showed off my new winter coat. Beneath I wore the smartest black and red suit made solely for my body. Straight skirt, opaque stockings, new black Italian high heeled pumps; the ensemble cost me a fortune. It was okay. I faced the single most important business presentation of my young career. Like the express train, I pulled out all the stops. I looked too good for anything to go wrong. I was a nervous wreck. That’s when I noticed him. I noticed him every morning. He was the quiet

“Have you reached a verdict?” asked the toad judge. “Yes, your honor.” the gopher said working as the head of the jury. “AND?” asked the toad judge. “We the jury find Timothy Barren GUILTY on all charges of crimes against Mother Nature.” “NO!” Timothy cried out. “Tough break kid” Timothy 's weasel lawyer said to him. “Well, see ya.” “Well then with the power invested in me by the court of the forest, I hear by sentence you Timothy Barren to death for crimes against Mother

DISCOURAGEMENT | The Ugly Monster Named “Comparison” We’ve all heard it before. “Comparison is the thief of Joy”… In more ways then one I’ve fallen victim to this dead end trap. I’ve begun countless projects and set out on huge ambitious endeavors to only find myself quitting due to me being stuck in a muck of unending discouragement. Don’t get me wrong, creating and making things is amazing and so fulfilling if your heart is in the right place and you don’t lose sight of your passion and

Timothy sobbed uncontrollably until he almost passed out, and then the toad judge said “Wait... in light of your remorse and you’re throwing yourself upon the mercy of the court. I have reconsidered you sentencing.” Timothy looked at the toad judge with his blood-shot eyes. “I re-sentence you to walk through the tunnel of understanding.” said the toad judge banging his gable on the rock again. “W-what?” Timothy asked totally confused. “What 's the tunnel of understanding?” “It