A Staged Romance_Ward_Synchronous_The truck that drove away. (Exclusion of Japanese-Americans)
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A Staged Romance
Brook was there, in the beaming lights, in front of the pressuring cameras. She was there to win that reality show. All she had to do was date him. The handsome person that shined like the sun. There are a million fish in the sea, but only one of him. James. Such a gentleman. He was willing to do anything for her, even to die. “CUT!” Bellowed the director. “Brook, can you come here please?” Brook briskly skipped her way towards the imperious director. “Brook. I know this is a reality show, and I know that you get paid to love James, but this is just fake. You’re not really falling in love wit...
Ward
This was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives, but then it happened. I need therapy, the doctors and nurses told me I need therapy, but I’m a doer and therapy’s expensive and dangerous. My parents said they’re still proud of me and we can always try again. After all, trying is the fun part, right? Yes, but it’s the herd mentality. Everyone else has one, so we should have one, too. What a weird world. My colleagues have jobs, so do I, they have houses, and so do I. This is what every family dreams of, and now it’s over. Over. So, i went to church to ask the pastor the meanin...
Synchronous
The sky is fading from black to grey when I quietly open the door and slip outside into the chilly morning. The air, sharp with the tang of the sea, comes rushing up my nostrils, stinging them with its salty fragrance. I breathe in deeply, sucking after the cool air like water. It is deep and fresh and buoyant, soaked in memories of cool sands, white mists and breaking waves. I start down the path to the beach, the crash and slap of the waves becoming louder as I draw near. Just before rounding the bend, I pause, savoring the anticipation. I had seen what lay beyond the corner countless times,...
The truck that drove away. (Exclusion of Japanese-Americans)
I've heard so muwww.onedoor.ccch about the Japanese-Americans being sent to camps surrounded by barbered wire. I asked Ma for the reason, but all she said was "Because they endanger our country." I think Ma is wrong. Mr. Nakamura from the shop down the street could never endanger the country, but what would Ma think if I said my opinion out loud. After all, I am just 10 years old, how could what I have to say possibly matter? Mr.Nakamura is like a second dad to me, but of course, I have a dad of my own so he was second place. He means so much to me I cannot even begin. I worry that he is going to be sent aw...