... all of the people who live in my palace. The high ceilings and modern artwork let you know you are in a very special place. Although it is seldom used, the Living Room is fit for a king. The furniture is all made out of leather, for ultimate comfort. There is a projection television that rolls up and out of your way. Plus, there is every game console ever made. Finally there is a refrigerator, which is disguised as an oak cabinet. An extravagant Television Room is essential in every house. My house is no different; there is another projection television, and duplicate game consoles, however this room contains a theater surround sound music system. All the f ...
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... colored angel kisses, which are scattered across my baby doll cheeks. I am a big bulky Eskimo waiting to fish. Dressed in gloves and a blue Adidas wind suit with more layers than you can count underneath I wonder why I am here. Usually at this point I am wishing I were in bed A few others my age are there as well. I am not the only one that some people call crazy. After an hour of drills, sprints, running, and laughing everyone races back to their cars to try to get home and then get to school on time. We all have hands like ice sickles, are hungry as a horse, have feet like ice, and our noses look like Rudolf. I rush home take a three second s ...
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... things Grantly knew how to do was act and recite poetry. He would memorize poetry with more than twenty stanzas in a week and recite them to anyone who would listen to him speak. Finally, with scholarships, student aid and multiple jobs Grantly fulfilled his dream of attending college. Majoring in theater Grantly graduated Kent State University in 1972 with honors. After he graduated, Grantly did act in local theaters for a few weeks and then decided to do to the Summer Olympics in Munich, Germany. Just weeks before he was to leave Grantly's father fell ill and died shortly there after. Grantly knew his father would want him to go to the Olympics anyway so o ...
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... My shirt sleeve had blood stains on it from the day before. I held out my arm and demanded "I get the first one and I want coke not watered down coke!" Doug pulled my arm close to him and inserted the needle in my arm. As I was shaking, he told me "Make this last for a while girl." I felt the dope hit me and ran out of the restroom. I was shaking and could not get my breath. I enjoyed this feeling although I knew it was not going to last. I could hear every sound outside and inside the house. My heart beat grew faster and I felt the rush going away. I wanted another fix. Doug had just got finished doing himself. I grew scared and felt like Doug was goin ...
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... it. Honestly, I was scared to try it. After a month, my dad gave me a lecture to teach me what being a man was all about. I was finally determined to try it. My dad was proud of me and I felt very manly. He and I went to the park to see what we could do there. The park was empty when we arrived. I had no dought that my dad told everybody not to be there because we had to use it. I felt badly for other people, but I was proud to have such an onnipotent person as my dad. We found a smooth and a often space. My dad was holding the rear of the seat to make sure I didn't fell. He assured me that I was not going to fall because he wo ...
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... is that when I know I could have done a better job, I have a sort of guilty feeling. I hate it when I get a mediocre mark or fail in something and my parents say "as long as you tried your hardest." It gets quite annoying when I second guess myself about what I could have done. However, when I know I did the work as well as I could and it isn't a good mark, I don't worry about it as much as some people might. In conclusion, the piece of advice that I receive most often from my parents is basically a good one, and often it keeps me motivated in the things I do. It also shows me that my parents will support most of my decisions and treat me like a responsib ...
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... not leave this place until I had enjoyed a can of pop. By the 3rd day, I had to scout for food and water because I was feeling malnourished. As I walked around I found a snack machine the kind with many divine foods inside such as candy bar and chips, but still no way to eat them. I stayed here until morning trying to rig a transport of some sort for it. I cut a tree down and made 4 wheels and eventually a cart to support the machine and than to transport the machine to the other. This was such a great task, I forgot about my hunger. By dusk I had arrived back at the pop machine. As I set the candy machine next to the pop machine, my hunger came back even ...
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... how he expects everyone to participate in class discussions, but I did not care at the time. However he got my attention when he said, "My home phone is on the top left corner of the page. Please call me if you need to talk to me regarding class, that statement stunned me. Never before in my academic career had I had a teacher give out his or her home phone number. How many teachers do you know that give out his or her home phone number during your academic career? One seemingly endless week passed. Even with a burst of effort on my part, I received a D on his quiz. With the paper in my hand, I nervously asked, "Mr. Johnson, my name is Sam. I am in your Eng ...
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... from the cardboard package. With one hand he placed it in a precise position in his lips while the other hand was occupied with first replacing the package to his shirt pocket, then digging out a half used pack of matches from his too tight jeans. He was extremely conscious of the fluidity of his movements; lighting the cigarette with the match was the hard part, and he wanted to look as cool as possible, smooth and flowing, for all the eyes he perceived to be on him. He managed to execute the task to his satisfaction as he entered the staff room above the restaurant, but only Karen was there, finishing a butt of her own. He didn't give a shit about Karen and t ...
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... then." The next day, Bob got his second chance. At lunch, he saw Jennifer sitting alone at table looking lonely. He decided to go over and sit down beside her. "Hi Jennifer," he said, trying to be freindly. "Whats up?" "Well nothing much really. I'm having trouble making friends here." "I know, its tough isn't it," he replied, trying to comfort her. "I just moved here 3 years ago myself. After a few weeks you'll have lots of freinds though." "Thats good," she replied as she looked up at Bob into his eyes. Then there was a moment of silence with just the two of them staring into each others eyes. Then finally Bob broke the silence ...
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