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Submitted to Contest #89
After all that had happened, the murder, the conviction, the verdict. It seems like it all happened in the blink of an eye. And I almost missed it. But I am getting ahead of myself, my name is Lila Williams. And I am 13 years old. I never thought it would all happen so fast. But wait, let me back up. The first thing that happened in this series of events was I was late for a math test. I know. Such a mundane little detail. All of my friends say that I should make it something crazy like, someone was having an emergency and I had to save them...
It is my last day of Junior high. Next year I am going o high school and quite honestly I am terrified. I don't know what I want to do with the rest o my life but I guess I am going to have to figure it out. As I scanned the crowd around me, I could see all of my friends standing there. Talking to tearful-eyed parents, or hugging joyful friends as they said goodbye. I have been looking forward to this day ever since I was a little girl. Everyone in all of Rose Water knows what a big deal Rose Water Junior High makes when the 8th graders gra...
The pace of it all. The amount of time it took to change everything in my life was short. Like the snap of your fingers. But let me start at the begging, my name is Emma. My dream is to become an actress and singer. I love the feeling of the stage. Th beat coursing through my body to the ends of my fingertips. The lines running through my head like beautiful poetry. But 1 month ago today I was at school. That's when my teacher prepared us for what was about to happen. She said, "There is a virus spreading throughout the world. We might have ...
Submitted to Contest #88
Once upon a time, there was a boy. He loved school and riding horses. His schoolhouse was a tiny place because his village was small, too. It was just a small wooden building with desks, chairs, and a chalkboard. But it was his sanctuary. At home, he was poor; but here, rich or poor, everyone was in the same place. They were all getting the same education even if they had more money than someone else. He especially loved his teacher. Her name was Mrs. White. She lived a simple life and loved her students. Due to her and his family's influenc...
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