My feet ghosted upon the forest floor as I flew through between the trees. I could feel the governor’s men chasing me; the sound of my heartbeat filled my ears‚ adrenaline pumping like ice in my veins‚ my instincts screaming at me to kill. Anger filled my body like blood. I began slowing down‚ wanting them to get close so I could put them all into an eternal sleep. As I felt myself retrieving my gun from my jacket I stopped as I realized the only way to get my sister back was to get caught. And
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accomplishment of mine that marked my transition from childhood to adulthood within my culture‚ community‚ and family was learning to drive. The steps from studying the books from the DMV‚ to going out with my parents and the behind the wheel program at school‚ to getting my own car all helped prepare me for the next section of my life. And while this accomplishment may seem minute to some‚ it was major for me because it was something I really wanted and not everyone my age are in the same position. This
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broken bone‚ or some sort of defect. I personally had one injury‚ but if you want to see what it was‚ you’ll have to keep reading. Firstly‚ I’ll talk about where and when I was born. I was born at a hospital. Specifically‚ Good Samaritan Hospital. My birthdate is April 25‚ 2003‚ and I was born at 12:32am. At least I think it was 12:32. I may have gotten the time mixed up‚ but it’s not incredibly important you know the time I was born. Anyways‚ I was born with a broken collarbone. Since I was born
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second grade my grandmother asked the hairdresser to cut my long blonde hair to my shoulders. I was unaware of this conversation until after the woman had already begun cutting my hair. When I got home with my newly cut hair I went straight up to my room and called my dad hysterically crying‚ telling him about how grandma was a monster and had all my hair cut off. His initial consoling‚ telling me how he was sure that it looked fabulous and that we could find great ways to style my new hair did not
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“Do‚ Re‚ Mi‚ Fa‚ Sol‚ La‚ Ti‚ Do!”‚ I exclaimed to my piano teacher at the age of seven. Since then‚ I knew that piano would become a significant part of my life. Outside of my activities in health sciences‚ piano takes a major part of my time. When I came to the United States at the age of eight from Egypt‚ I was not ready to give up such a huge part of me. I began joining music camps and courses such as S.O.A.R‚ where I met my future piano teacher‚ Mrs. Jane. She inspired me to continue playing
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sexually‚ or any type of background. My parents’ identities are incomprehensible to me‚ because I do not experience life the same way they did‚ and I did not grow up in the same situations in which they did. My cultural identity is inherited from my parents in a way that does not particularly connect with them--that is‚ it is inherited from their sense of self identity and capability to recognize who they are as people. While my my mom may associate herself as one way‚ my dad may associate himself as another
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sleep; I feared that the upcoming baby would steal my mom’s love from me. It is normal for children to desire their parents’ love and attention‚ especially for a kid like me who grew up with a single mom. At the age of four‚ my mom was my whole world. I thought she felt the same way until she announced that she would have a baby. I would not have accepted the fact that my mom could divide her love between me and my sister. However‚ when I observed my mom holding a tiny crying baby in her arms‚ witnessing
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With all the hours I poured into my last essay‚ it felt like a slap in the face that they didn’t even send a “thank you for trying” letter. I spent the announcement day sitting on my in-law’s porch sipping coffee with Baileys and stewing over yet another essay contest loss. Lacking in ideas of where I went wrong‚ I tried imitating old photos of authors again for inspiration. Leaning on the arm of the wicker chair with my chin resting on curled fingers; I held my pen like a cigarette‚ hoping to channel
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season of fun; the season where kids get to be outside play all day long because the day is illuminated by the sun almost until eight at night. I got to play all day and it was even better when my cousins came over‚ I especially enjoyed this season when I was little. I have four other cousins that are about my age so you can imagine how chaotic it was with six kids from ages six to ten years old being together. As all kids we looked for adventure with our imagination‚ we invented games‚ and our parents
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done with me. My dreams are way bigger than me‚ dreams so big I had no choice but to buckle down and obtain them‚ my dreams and goals continuously reminded me they were still unaccomplished‚ they still
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