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I Tried To Protect Her
The road home was long and winding, giving me time to think. Sulfur filled the intoxicated air and there were still a few fires; aftermath of the most recent attack. My worn converse kept my bare feet inside from being ripped to shreds by all the glass covering the sidewalk- you had to be carefulwww.onedoor.cc here. If you were hurt, you were dead. The thought made me think of Annie- what would become of her?She wasn't strong, or brave- but she was smart. Yet, deep inside of me, I felt that it wouldn't be enough. Her body was failing, she was dying- and there was nothing I could do about it.A cargo helicopt...
They loved me, afterall
Nikita Adams, a seventeen year old blonde was living with her parents in Palmridge near Alberton. Her family belonged to the lower class with her father being the sole bread winner. Her mother was a housewife who gave up her nursing proffession because her husband did not approve of a working woman. Nikita was doing Grade eleven at a local secondary school. Although they were a lower class family, her parents tried by all means to ensure that she gets everything she needed but the real problem started when she befriended children from rich families. She had to conform to the highstandards set ...
Mom Plus Dad Plus Me Plus the Twins Equals Bad
I was lying down, my back on my bed, my legs against the wall, pounding my feet as my sparkly Mary-Jane sneakers scuffed the wallpaper. Pink with butterflies, because I was a girl and apparently girls automatically love pink things with butterflies. My desk at school had pink on it, too, but that one was a pink rose. Every girl got a flower—yellow daisies, white dandelions, blue lilies, or even purple geraniums, which I could sometimes spell—and every boy got a bear, but not a real bear like a panda bear or a black bear but multicolored teddy bears with plastered smiling f...
The one?
He woke up to his alarm at 8 am. He laid in bed slowly allowing the sun to creep up over his windowsill. Mustering the will to get out of bed, he jumped up and began to get dressed. Now usually, he would make himself a small breakfast and coffee, but there was something in the air that made him want an adventure. So, he put on his jacket and marched down the street. He was hungry though. He stopped at the local cafe. He knew the place well, every Sunday morning he would stop in. He knew the staff and they knew him. But this was a Friday, he had never come in on a Friday before. Really it was h...