The violent rattle of the train crawling along the tracks shook me awake. If only it had been a dream. I lifted my head and looked around‚ taking in the sheer horror that marked everyone’s face. The tears‚ the sweat‚ the cries of the children. I closed my eyes‚ took a deep breath‚ and stood up. I could barely move around the cramped car‚ but I looked up to the window. The bleak landscape rushed by‚ just as it had yesterday‚ and all I could think of is where we were going. Somewhere in Poland‚ someone
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give a hair-raising chill here and there. Around 1 to 2 a.m. all of the girls were starting to fall asleep‚ but my best friend‚ Mia‚ was not sleepy at all. I was dozing off slightly‚ but not to the point that I would completely crash out. We started to talk silently hoping not to bother or disturb any of the other girls sleeping. Since it was close to Halloween‚ we came up with a devilish idea. Our plan was to scare all the girls with
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the classroom. Swerving in and out of the metal desks I walked towards my own in the far left corner of the room. One of the few seats next to a window. I tossed my bag on top of it. "Look‚" I started and dug out my pre-calc textbook. "Can we talk about this later‚ at lunch maybe? My
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stop playing. As I set the ball up for one of my teammates‚ she plunged off the ground and spiked the ball over the net‚ but all of the sudden the ball was just about to hit the ground. My competitor dove into the sand and prevented the ball from hitting the ground. The other team passed the ball around and on their second set a girl sprung from the ground and spiked it over the net and the volleyball hit the ground on our side. Sighing‚ but keeping my head up I say‚ “We still got this team
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into relaxation‚ as sand before it is whisked away by the wind. Now it was time to pray. As they prayed for guidance and protection‚ Siddhartha felt himself ready for the festivities he was about to endure. Arriving at the festival‚ Siddhartha caught glimpse of the flock of people in bright colored outfits. Girls in their neon crop tops and bathing suits‚ while guys wore their neon colored muscle t-shirts. Both men blended in with the crowd but there was something that somehow still made them stand
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The colour black never represented me in any way‚ it had nothing to do with my nature‚ until now. Like an owl roaming around the lower east side of New York streets‚ we created the dark shadow of terror. Our masculine body armoured with a leather jacket and painted with absurd tattoos made society turn their heads towards the ground as we walk pass. As the sun goes down‚ the innocence of New York sleeps‚ while the predators hunt for their next victim. It was icy cold‚ yet we could bare it all.
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not proportionally correct. The arm was long and thin but when I drew it‚ it was too long and too thin. When I drew it again‚ it became too thick and too short. After about 20 minutes of just working on the arm‚ I gave up. I was so frustrated and I just didn’t know how to make it look right. I looked over to my left to where another girl was working. I looked at her artwork and was amazed. Her picture of the glass bottle was phenomenal. The dark charcoal marks and highlights on the paper made it look
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A soft noise from behind the counter shows that I’m not the only who’s laughing. I turn my head only slightly to see the cute‚ little barmaid smiling. I believe her laugh was slightly less cynical and belittling than mine. Smiling like the girl the man walks up to the counter and the two begin a conversation that I can’t pick up on‚ no matter how hard I try. Eavesdropping is a really nasty habit I have gotten myself into isn’t it. Sweet laughs mingle and dance across the air. Feeling out
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Entering a large venue‚ walking on what seemed to be a mile long stage‚ knowing that all eyes are staring at me. Stage lights flood the stage‚ music begins. Being backstage‚ anxious to get on stage and perform. This is what happened on my first Nutcracker show in the Party Scene. It was a cherished and unforgettable moment and a thrilling feeling I will never forget. In those minutes‚ I knew dancing was an enjoyment for me. It was a day in December‚ my friends and I were walking up to the auditorium
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Sprinkling rain fell on me as I exited the grassy field. Once the blinding bright stadium lights had dissolved behind me‚ I quickly made a turned down to a small path that led to the foot of the metal bleachers. I looked up to see the crowd cheering up above. With my face concealed in the shadow‚ nobody seemed to noticed as I took two steps into the skeletal inside. Immediately‚ I could hear the loud pitter-pattering sound of feet echoing within the spiderweb-like cathedral. Glancing around‚ I saw
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