... through and through. I have her brains, her strong determination and my mom would say I'm fresh/or mouthy like her, but anyway you look at it. I am overwhelmed with joy to live day to day with the characteristics of an amazing woman like she was. If you think I talk about her a lot, that's because I do and she is more than worth my time ... and my instincts. I believe if something feels uncomfortable don't go through with it, its probably for the better. My biggest weakness used to be letting people walk all over me. Back when I was a youngster, I was the "easy target-, O I can ask Andr...

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... , but i can feel how happy it is when we pull it out of the corner. It does not need to demand my attention, i give it because i want to. I cannot remember exactly where i met them. Maybe it was in Bible school or on Romper Room, an old television show for kids, but i reckon ... figured if i could read it, it was good enough. I set about trying to find a way to get those pictures into words. Written words. I lost the magic of drawing words when i learned how to write so i had to find a new way to bring the words to life. Then i discovered adjectives. They were sparkling fairies in my he...

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... ones my father had suggested: " Bring towels. Oh yeah, and why don't you bring some chocolate syrup?" "Be careful Lauren. Remember how you felt last year!" I shrugged his words off, and ran to the car. My adrenaline was sky high. I felt like I"d drank five Mountain Dews. I couldn't believe the day had finally ... on news crews started showing up across the street from the school. Walking through the halls, all I heard was about the past Sunday morning. I remember my mom coming home from work and saying, " Lauren, this is not good." I froze and my face turned beet red as she told me ......

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FEAR My eyes slowly open, once again the date 5th May had come back to haunt me once more, bringing fearful memories in my mind. I remember the incident clearly the memory howls in my brain, making it feel as it just happened ... yesterday. I could sense burning tears furious yet heartbreaking tears slipping down my cheek. I clamber from my colossal bed and gaze at the digital clock beaming 3.15am. How can I forget the incident? It played such a tremendously depressing turning point of my life. I walk at a snail's pace to ... in misery watching the candle and once again I see a vision. If on...

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... that I would pay for the shirt but my daughter would not apologies for standing up to her son's bulling. The women got verbal abusive and stormed off down our front walk way. I called to my daughter who was standing just up across the street with her friends to come in the house. As she started walking the woman saw her and headed straight for ... her. The woman grabbed my daughter's arm and began to verbal abuse her. The woman shouted, "looked what you have ... . I hope this event will help others see that kids are kids. They are not perfect despite what we want to believe, and it does...

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... glass ball and only see miniature buildings and a tiny red bridge and trolley. I, on the other hand, gaze into the globe and am taken back to a world that I once knew. Inside it is more than 3 just a miniature ceramic scene, it is a scene from my memory. I stare at ... as I look at the trolley and remember my first San Francisco trolley ride that resulted in my getting lost and having to take a forty-five minute walk to my destination. At first glance, one would not expect the globe to be representative of anything more than a trip to San Francisco. Perhaps a more analytical person ... ...

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... feel unimportant and they end up leaving me lonely and depressed. I have always seemed to have enjoyed the fact that my mother moved out of the house, but it has actually upset me throughout the years. I will always remember the day I came home from school five years ago and into her empty bedroom. ... Sure, at the time I was overwhelmed with joy over my mother's departure because I was able to move into her more spacious bedroom. It did not take long for ... I in return treat him terribly. Sure, I love him and all, but I do not see past his annoying antics right away and I always talk b...

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... stride brings him closer. His deep blue eyes which, have remained unchanged and unchangeable, but for the laughter lines surrounding them, are still windows to his strong but gentle soul. His features still portray the strength I had so admired in him, the strength that had made him my rock ... for an escape. My heart is pounding and I am awash in a sea of memories. I remember how much he believed in me; how he always told me with such faith that I could do anything I set my hand to. And I find myself, once again, staring blankly at my still unanswered question; "How would ... became. I ...

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... even if he is telling you how beautiful you are, was always scary. I was always afraid of that and I used to never walk alone when it was dark. You can't even be rude to boys that bother you only because you don't really know them and you can't predict their actions. Although it may sound ... are the pople you really trust and already have proven to be your friends. You are never worried whether you are welcomed to go out with them or just enjoy their company, while with new people at times you have this strange feeling of unsecurity. I remember my first impresions from how American peopl...

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