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I walk through the store quickly. I want to get out of here. It's sickening how badly people are treated, not to mention me. I want nothing more then to just go home and cry. Why is that too much to ask? The ten-minute car ride seems to last a lifetime. Some jerk cuts in front of me, forcin... - Poetry > Song Lyrics1st Verse: She feels like her world is coming down~ She feels like the waves are crashing in~ She stands out in the crowd~Even when she wants to blend in~ She feels like breaking down but~ Chorus: She's not that kind of girl~she can change the world~if she tries~and if her world's coming ...
- Fiction > All Fiction“Let’s go,” Taylor and Miley’s mother, Mrs. Mcginty said. “Or we’ll be late for the try-outs.” Taylor and Miley had loved to sing since they were three. They sung in the shower, they sung in their room, they even sung quietly in the hallways at school. They had been hooked on trying ou...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionOn December first I hit the alarm off button on my clock. ‘I can’t wait to decorate for Christmas today’, I thought as I stretched. I had been waiting for this day since Thanksgiving. School is always canceled because of the knee-deep snow. My mom and I start decorating right after breakfast. ...
- Hot Topics > What MattersMy heart pounded in my chest as we followed the man to keep him from harm. There he was, in his pajamas and bare feet, crossing the highway in a wheelchair.As we watched him cross the highway,just missing a car,vivid, gory scenes came into my head, making me worry and scaring me a little. He entered...
- Poetry > Free VerseStar light, star bright, No stars light up the, night, In my room, all alone, fear and darkness begin to roam, Nothing's right, nothing's fair, I fake a smile to hide the tears, Nothing I say or do is right, ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI run, picking up my speed until I can't go any faster. I want to scream, want to give in to the pressure that acompanies each day. This is normally the way I end each day, running from the people who want to kill me. I finally reach my family's three-room home in Laos. I can hardly bear t...
