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Purple Flowers
I was so excited! Finally, time for me to go to school. My mom told me I have Ms. June, and I think I remember my brother Jonah telling me that she was super nice. He’s in the 5th grade already, I’m just starting in Junior Kindergarten. The school isn’t far, but my Dad said he has to drive us on our first day because its tradition! Mommy would have come with us, but she had a meeting at work this morning, she’s always doing meetings in the morning. As we pull up to the school, I see a long line of cars with other parents and their kids going into the schoolyard. Jonah runs right out of the ...
The Speech Disaster
The sun shone from a silver-paneled window, bathing the room in light. I squinted, and then slammed the patterned curtains, rolling my eyes. I was bored. I was hot. I was exhausted.Abruptly, my phone vibrated, humming familiar tunes of The Longest Road by Morgan Page.I purred along with the tune and glanced at the caller. My boss, the chief doctor. I sat up straight, cleared my throat, and answered the call frantically, balancing a box of glazed doughnuts and putting the phone to my ear."Hello?""Um, yes, good afternoon, Dr. Stall."Dr. Stall liked getting straight to the point. Until this day,...
None of the Above
Hi my name is Mia Smith, and let me tell you my story on how I had worse and greatest Christmas eve. I know it sound confusing, so let me start...I was born with a wealthy family, but I didn't like it that much. My mom and dad always need to go to work so I rarely see them, and my sister never gave attention to me and dissapeared a day before my 5thwww.onedoor.cc birthday. I feel like I was invisible to my family. As a part of a wealthy family, my dad once told me, not to be a disgrace to the family and always be at the top. So I worked my ass off, so that my family will be proud and pay attention to me, we...
Roots and Hypocrisy: Becoming Grounded in the Span of One Breath
Isla sucked in a ragged breath and squeezed her eyes shut. Her auntie’s words washed over her; “I love the feeling of a thought not yet formed. Like opposing sides of a magnet drawing nearer and nearer. I can feel the frustration of my ignorance, but even stronger is the sensation that soon one magnet will flip and a new whole will materialize.” Then her auntie would launch into the familiar monologue; how far the internet has taken us from understanding she would sigh. She liked to call it” internet digging” not internet searching she would say with the same unwavering pride she always did, ...