I Never Told Her She was Home_the lake trip_DEJA VU ALL OVER AGAIN_Basement
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I Never Told Her She was Home
Giving his goodbyes to his love ones, he was excited to go on this new adventure that life afforded him. He walks to the depot. He hears a whining and weak crying. He continues to walk the sound gets louder. He hears men laughing, speaking his Arabic calling this her a whore, plotting for the next man turn and what they were going to do her. I tried to ignore what was being done. All I could think about is what if that was my sister. I would want someone to help her. I walked softly back to the corner where I could pick up my bags and run once this was over. I peeked around the corner of the a...
the lake trip
My name is Lizzie, I am going to tell you the story of 6 friends on a road trip to the lake and the disaster that it became It all started on July 12, with a group of friends. two girls named Katie and Shelby and three boys Chris, Sean, and Luke. they were the kind of people who lived outdoors, did well in school, and didn’t care about appearances. I was not, I was a girl who loved to shop, sing and dance. I was the type to go out at night and party meanwhile they liked to stay in, watch movies. You may be wondering how I got involved with them. Well in a small town like Everwood, everyone kn...
DEJA VU ALL OVER AGAIN
I should have taken the hesitation Denise felt all along about this place before we went in and were hoodwinked. But it was so right up my alley in artsy, creative, shenanigans that I was not thinking bad thoughts. What could go wrong? My good friend Denise and I finally got it together, and without further interruption from everyone and their brother, set up a day and time to meet for coffee. This was a thing we would do need to do from time to time as it gave us a moment to catch up on what was going on with family and whatever else we needed to unload in life behind the scenes that no one ...
Basement
Sitting on a porch swing, Steven looked at his watch. Barely past one. Only seven hours since he woke. All alone in this big houwww.onedoor.ccse in a new city. No one to talk to. All the boxes unpacked. Nothing to do. The minute crawled then stopped. He rocketed off the swing and down the steps. If there’s nothing to do here, he was determined in step and mind to find something. It was a chilled January day. No snow was on the ground, but the wind pierced like ice picks. His bare hands shook even in his pockets. The house and streets went by in a blur. His legs moved like a damless river until his shoes hi...