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happened to her. To be exposed like that in front of someone whom she had grown close to. I was please to see, though, that Lana didn’t turn around and betray her by ignoring her. Instead, she was still here for Brandon/Teena. The other part that I was really disgusted at was when Brandon, now known as Teena, was raped by John and his friend. They beat her up and took turns raping her. This just made me sick, and I honestly couldn’t watch it. I had to fast forward it to when she was the talking to the

explode outside of me and the bright green eyed girl bursting with giggles beside me. Then I am abruptly pulled out of my joyus bubble I hear a voice calling my name. I turn to look and there she is, my mother perched upon the porch calling my name. I know it is not time for dinner yet since it is still bright and sunny out. I turn to my friend to inform her that I will go home to find out why my mother is calling me and then return as soon as I can.     As I am running home, I feel the wind all

these things teaches us best. You would never know love until you know hate. You may not know what someone has been doing until the person stops and is not replaced. Life is not a highway you move and live anyhow. It is a narrow way with twists and turns, puzzles and scares, troubles and pain: that all build us to be the perfect mold of beauty. You would love a down-to-earth honest person because the person has

“In the year of 1989, there was a street named Elm, in the state of Wyoming. Few chose to live on that street, and they all knew about the haunted house, up on the hill, on the west side of town, coming off of Elm. Once, I spent the week with some friends and, Halloween came upon us, while I stayed with them.” I was telling my first-grade brother and his friends stories to scare them out of their wits. Besides, no one wants little kids tagging along with you to go trick or treating, when you could

Everybody goes through hardships in their life, whether they are far into their life or young adolescents. I faced a problem that most people do not have to go through until late in their life. When I was only twelve years old, I lost my father. It was unexpected and happened within a matter of months. My dad was always healthy, even as a kid. He was very tough and never let me see him upset. It came as a huge shock to everyone when we found out the news of his illness. He was always kind, compassionate

you are a pestilent being, the world stops being pestilent. Or does it? (Yuri Herrera) “The Objects” is a short story written by contemporary Mexican writer Yuri Herrera. It is the story of people who turn into animals, or objects, when night falls, and the people have no control over what they turn into. Told from the perspective of the narrator who holds no name, he and his friend Rafa journey through the trials of everyday life together as each day holds something new for the both of them, trudging

¨A rebel without a clue¨, straight out of highschool doesn't know what to do but knows he'll be ok with the endless possibilities that Hollywood has to offer. Eddie, a 18 year old rebel straight out of highschool moves to hollywood in spite of a new life or a fresh start doing music and having a great time. “Into The Great Wide Open” a poem written by Tom Petty about a young adult Eddie a 18 year old rebel on a path to change his life and start new with fame and money but it takes a downfall that

more anticipation that starts to build within you and the more your adrenaline starts to kick in and the higher you go the scarier it gets. The cart reaches the top and as it goes down the scarier it is as you have to go through all these twists and turns until finally, you reach the end. When the ride is over and as you are taking off your seat belt and as the lever rises up from your lap the person on the intercom says "thank you for riding life". This is the story of a boy who has broken his arm

my feet. It is a pearly white with bright Safire eyes. “Hmm, not to bad yourself.” I tell they dog. I reach down and pets its head, touching its soft fur. The dog licks my hand, making me giggle. “Whats your name little guy?” I ask the dog. The dog turns to face me as it is surround by a bright yellow light. Its face morphs into a face of a man. His paws stretch to human hands. I cover my eyes from the light getting brighter and brighter. From under my hands, I notice the light disappeared. I uncover

You will be fine.” I nod and gulp thickly as one of the doors unlocks with a click. The Russian grabs the door handle and pulls it open gently, revealing the contents of the ward inside. Turns out it wasn’t all shock chairs and straitjackets like the books and movies had it made out to be. The pale nurse waits until I’m inside before closing the door and taking the lead. “Come,” she clucks before striding forward and leading me past several