The new girl_Belasco X_525,600 Minutes_Diary of an Android
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The new girl
I woke in a rush just another nightmare I thought, “Elena breakfast” my mom yelled from the kitchen. “Coming mama” I swung my legs over my bed and was ready to start the day I walked into my closet and grabbed jeans and a a tank top after getting dressed I headed downstairs for breakfast.” You ready for school Elana?’ my dad aksed trying to tie his tie for work “ almost dad i still need to eat breakfast and brush my teeth” I walked over and tied his red,white , and blue tie. “ well you need to comb your hair to” he says walking in the kitchen in our mainson. I smiled and ran a hand through...
Belasco X
A timid fire An aloof person, distant from anything besides his work. Logical and overly practical on the surface, but behind it all artistically inclined. He had dreams of being an architect at General motors, the most desired job in the world at the time it seemed. His name was Todd, Todd Xavier. School was odd, and swww.onedoor.cceparated. While most kids saw black and white, ate lollipops and drunk from coke bottles, Todd often read books, and disregarded the reality in front of him. Todd hated the staple brown corduroy pants the grownups wore, and saw no...
525,600 Minutes
Bhagirath Singh, the new first-year surgical resident, didn’t think he would ever get used to the smell of the Emergency Room—or the lack of the respect from the jaded nursing staff. All the nurses seemed to hate him. True, he sometimes had a hard time finding a patient’s vein. True, he didn’t always leave the supply room in pristine condition. True, he treated the nurses with disdain, but he was literally operating on only a few hours of sleep. A nurse scurried up to him. No rest for the wicked, he thought. Even on New Year’s Eve. “Dr. Singh . . .” she said, breathing heavily.“Who’s the pati...
Diary of an Android
1st Feb 2019Dear diary,Hello, my name is Android. The Oxford English Dictionary (the most respected dictionary in the world and the only software I have been programmed with) defines you as a book in which one keeps a daily record of events and experiences. However, my conversations with people and a quick watch of some films (Voldermort was helluva cunning to have his horcrux transferred in the hands of an infatuated teenage girl), have made it known to me that you are more than mere glue and paper bound together. For some people, you are their heart, soul, secrets, and desires clearly spelle...