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The shock

“Primrose Everdeen”

It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from my lungs
Unable to speak.

Someone was gripping my arm,
I started to fall.

Then I see her, the blood drained from her face,
Hands clenched in fists at her sides
That brings me back to myself.

With one sweep of my arm I push her behind me,
“I volunteer” I gasp

“I volunteer as tribute”

Sleepover

Ding,dong,ding,dong. The alarm sounds for midnight. Who cares! More food, more pillow fights, more fun!! Staying up late at night! Watching movies, texting boys, and staying up late on your phone. Finally fatigue takes over and we fall asleep……. Up and ready again early in the morning. The sour taste of unwashed teeth caked with sugar infiltrates your mouth. Breakfast time!

Ahh aren’t sleepovers fun?

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A cold morning

My eyelids flutter open, breaking the layer of magical dust that gives us sweet peaceful dreams. I give a good sigh only to see my breath turn to a mini cloud of perspiration. Last night Jack Frost was definitely nipping at my nose. I pull the great big quilt over my head to insulate the warmth that was still left. My eyes soon adjust to the darkness under the thick layer. I knew that I would have to getup soon to carry on with all the chores that needed to be done, but it was nice in here. Warm, maybe I’ll stay for just a few more minutes……

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TIC, TOC goes the clock

My eyes dart back and forth from the clock to the door. TIC, TOC it goes, silently watching me. Watching my anxiety and my distress. Where is she? Mom hurry up. If your getting me out of school early for an appointment that I don’t even want to go to then please hurry up! Arg! My anxiety starts to become Impatience and stress. Oh my gosh. Ugh! Mom, common. Where r u?

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Oh how lovely is the evening.

I look outside of the clear window, tinted a whitish hue from frost. My hands rub back and forth on the silken cushion of the velvet chair. My dark brown eyes zoom in and focus on every snowflake darting from one to another watching them falling from the frosty night sky like frozen teardrops. Each one different yet still in some way almost identical with the beauty it has. I silently open my mouth with a soft HUH. The moistness in my breath fogs up the glass. A perfect canvas to draw things that will quickly erase and you can do more. I turn around to direct my body to the warmth of the crackling fire. Oh how lovely is this evening!

A Fateful Night

My stomach does a summersault, and BAM!! My head hits the door and I am suddenly conscious. I open my heavy eyelids only to see the grey seat cover plastered onto my face and my aunt looking at me like I was some poor creature, that was lost. She was whispering its ok over and over again but I didn’t know what was going on. From outside I heard my dad screaming for help, and I heard the faintest sound of crying. I sniffed the air only to catch a whiff of some moist moldy dead leafs. It was like my soul had left my body, my consciousness was looking down at myself. I was the one crying. And my expression I couldn’t bare to look at it. I could feel fear, sadness, anxiety, and surprise all at the same time. I opened my mouth and I could taste the old seat cover in my mouth. I will never forget that one cool night in Peru, when my life turned upside-down(literally.)

Rights for everyone

Most people have never had to work just to keep theirs lives. Most people have never had to work 20 hour days of hard labor just not to get beaten. Most of us have at least food onto he table at nights and a roof over our heads. We have no idea how lucky we are.

Life deserves to be cherished. If we lived in the olden times would any of us give a second look at slaves. The people that did everything for you just so they could stay with their children or so they could have a couple scraps of food? Would any of you even consider letting a woman into the military back then? Of course not cause women are so inferior right? There should be more people like Wendy Davis. A woman who stood for 12 hours without eating, drinking, or going to the bathroom for her beliefs.

And also I know everyone talks about human rights but what about animals? They shouldn’t be abused. Why do we have dog fights and cock fighting? Just for someone’s amusement? It’s sick.
Think about animals like oggey. He was a dog who got tied to a steak to be used as bate for a Pitt bull, and after they were done with him they left him there to bleed to death.

Race is stupid. One color is not superior than the other. If a black kid got shot for looking suspiciousness the white shooter would be able to go home with a warning, but if it was the other way around the black man would be given a death sentence.

Think about this…….. is everyone really free or is our world just full of hypocrisy?