Legacy(The First Female Fighter Pilot)_A Forced Tea Party_Crossroads_The Human Battery
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Legacy(The First Female Fighter Pilot)
Addison Reyes, the first female fighter pilot in the United States Navy, and also the first person of color to be a fighter pilot.Since she was a little girl Addison loved the skies, she would spread her arms wide and pretend she was a bird flying.When Addison was ten years old her grandfather, a pilot in his own right took Addison flying. She loved every minute of it.At twelve years Addison's father, a pilot took her to an air show to watch the military planes. Addison was mesmerized by the pilots and the planes, from that time on Addison vowed to become a pilot.Nobody believed Addison would ...
A Forced Tea Party
The sack over my head itched my face and fingers dug into my skinny 12-year-old arms, fingers of adults. All I could think of was why I didn't accept Luther's invitation to tea. My heart was in my throat and I could barely breathe through it. I thought I'd be okay ignoring Luther, that he would simply leave me alone. How stupid of me. I should have known better. My breaths rattled as the men dragged me through a door, which I knew was a door because my foot caught on the threshold and I would've tripped if not for them half carrying me at this point. They'd pulled me right out of my bed. It w...
Crossroads
"I'm pregnant." The pause that followed felt like several hours. "What do you mean, pregnant?" Mel rolled her eyes. "Well, there's pretwww.onedoor.ccty much only one thing that could possibly mean." Jamie was silent for another minute as he processed this information. "I just mean... are you planning to keep it?" It wasn't a hard question for Melanie, but nonetheless, she paused, moving her eyes down from his face for the first time since she came in. "Yes." She swallowed hard as Jamie raised his eyebrows. She had anticipated this reaction but had hoped for better. "What reasons would we have to... end ...
The Human Battery
Finally, I thought as I pushed open the front door. My fingers found the light switch, and I breathed a sigh as I crossed the worn threshold. Home. Behind me, I could feel my roommate, Amber, seething like a caged thunderstorm. I might be free from the party, but not from her. Never from her."I'm sorry," I repeated for what had to be the hundredth time that night. My stomach began to unravel from its knotted position as I collapsed back into the sofa’s familiar embrace. I steadied myself, waiting for the storm to break. "I just don’t understand," Amber fumed, her dark hair whipping back and f...