Just Dance_My little game_Will I Ever?_You Don’t Have to Go Home, But You Can’t Stay Here!
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Just Dance
I turned on the tv one morning, hoping to see something good on TV. As soon as I changed the channel, I saw my classmate Sabrina making an announcement. “Good morning, people of L.A!!!! I am inviting you all from my school to join me at my house for a party! I know it has been a tough year for all of us, and now is your time to sit back and relax! Join me at eight, and text me to tell me you will be there! If I don’t hear from you, I will text you! I want you ALL to come. Nobody is allowed to miss it!” “Excuse me, weirdo, I am trying to report the news. Can I have that back?” “In a second, Da...
My little game
Well, I got caught. They caught me red-handed and now I don’t know what to do at this point in time but before we talk about what I got caught for let me catch you up to speed. My name is Jack Wilson I am 14 years old and was born on June 9th, 2400. Now I didn’t have the greatest childhood. I come from a family full of crime. I know boo who so sad well I’m not talking about robbing candy stores and all the boring stuff because that would be a bad excuse. See my family well we have been known for being a family of hitmen. My father was the best and people still think he's the best-hit man I’m s...
Will I Ever?
I woke up to what looked like two doors in front of me. “What kind of sick joke is this.” I think to myself. I walk up to them and almost stumble over myself because the room is dimly lit. I hear a vague but kinda familiar voice from one door but a strange noise from the other. What am I supposed to do? I’m unsure of where I am and starting to get startled.”Mom!” I yelled. I hear my voice echo until it fades into the darkness. I start running away from both doors. I felt trapped. Like my legs weren’t taking me anywhere. I started breathing heavily as I sped up, but there was no use. I looked b...
You Don’t Have to Go Home, But You Can’t Stay Here!
You Don’t Have to Go Home, But You Can’t Stay Here!“Go home!” she said. Two words. It is incredible how much pain two words can hold. Thank God they weren’t long words, or the pain might have killed me. I want to say, “I don’t have one.” She would roll her eyes and call me a liar. In the sense that she means, I do have one. I have a place to go, but to me, it is not home, and it nwww.onedoor.ccever will be. So I place my tongue firmly between my teeth and nod, fighting to hold in the tears until I can reach my car. I grab my jacket, throw it over my arm, and balance the last load of laundry on my hip as I ...