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Memories of me
I remember my very first Christmas when I was 5 years old that's when I went from living in an orphanage and going from foster home to foster home to finally my forever home.i really never ever had a good Christmas or one that i cant recall.i remember my mom and dad had asked what I wanted for Christmas and I recall I was so happy to be in a loving home with two loving parents and brothers and a sister.i remember helping decorating this big gigantic blue spruce tree that my dad had grown outside in our yard for the past 20 years.i remember decorating it with the most beautiful antique ornament...
The Resume: A Student's Best Support and Worst Addiction
“It’s mine, and you can’t have it!” I couldn’t take it anymore. My own best friend, Robin, had patented our latest collaboration: the Mind Reader. We did all of the research, all of the begging for funds, all of the hours of putting parts together in my noodle-smelling garage together. We took an oath that we’d be the richest best friends on the planet and force our kids to be bwww.onedoor.ccest friends. And she had just told a whole crowd that it was all her.“I had the idea in the first place. You just carried it out, buddy,” Robin retorted. “Your idea! Bullshit! You call going ‘I wanna read people’s minds...
Dear diary,
December 31st 2019 Dear Diary, it's only six hours to new years and I can't stop rocking my chair! This is the year...I can feel it! Amaka says I have a chance at the promotion and I can get it if I just up my sales a tad bit higher than Amanda's. I've practically got everything in the bag! My instagram numbers are climbing by the hour and I have a brand new strategy to sell out the new book release...and yeah! I've decided to publish the novel. I know I know, I've been putting it off for forever but I'm sure this time! I've been talking to some publishers and they see bright lights for me. M...
Searching For Utah.
I begin dreaming of endings.Scene after scene endlessly play across the stage that fills my head.Old movies race towards the finish line. The final credits roll down the incline, crowding my vision with shadows and shades.It is the final scene of “Raising Arizona”.I stand behind Nick Cage as he speaks of the child he and Holly Hunter once stole.Their movie characters desperately wanted a baby and believed that the Arizona couple who'd just had sextuplets wouldn't miss one.Turns out they were wrong.The pair eventually return the boy to his home. The father listens to the barren couple's explana...