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Submitted to Contest #326
I knew I had that gut feeling that something was off. First, I was alone in the shop, my family's magic shop in New Jersey. Montvale, to be exact. Then I heard an endless amount of noises; I was incredibly startled by the littlest thing! There was a crack at the window, from the thunderstorm outside- this thunderstorm was the fiercest one I have seen and heard in my twenty years of life! I stumbled behind the register and spilled my cup of hot cocoa all over my nice white sweater! Ugh. This was why I never wore white! I happened to today, be...
Submitted to Contest #324
I was completely hypnotized by the aqua-blue ocean, which I gazed out at during our Caribbean getaway. The soft wake left by the cruise ship was mesmerizing to me. Between the sun now and the blend of colors in the sky above, it looked like a screensaver on a computer. It was our family’s fifteenth cruise for our Christmas vacation. I remembered that, since I was five, we started going on cruises. We sailed out to the Caribbean for the island sun to get away from the harsh winters of New York. The lure of the waters that went on beyond my im...
Submitted to Contest #323
“What do you want from me!?” I angrily shouted to myself in the bathroom that was nestled between the two most dramatic teachers I have ever assisted in my life. I just couldn’t wrap my head around what was happening. And, this was all over a spilled coffee mug! A very steaming, hot one, apparently! The damn fall pumpkin spice whatever coffee released the most obnoxious scent, and I wanted to hurl all over my students, whom I was also assisting! Between these two women, who were never able to stand each other, and my sister’s job as the Assi...
Submitted to Contest #322
“Ms. Hopshell, I informed you last year that I did not want to see you back in this office,” the Principal of Kissther Middle School, Mr. Marris, said, his voice scathing and heated, and I squirmed a little in the gray swivel chair. My friend, Tessa, who has worked with me for over twenty years and served as my Teaching Assistant representative, sat next to me. She wasn’t in the hot seat this time. But I looked over and noticed her red-painted nails and hands shook as she tried to rest them on top of her purple folder, which had a giant imag...
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