... accident. Let me explain the events that led up to the accident. My friends and I had been videotaping little clips for a movie when we grew bored and started taping stupid stuff. Some of my friends who couldn't skateboard tried to do complicated tricks, riding baskets down stairs, and chair jousting. ... We had fun doing this for a while but we wanted some more thrilling acts of ... I began to worry. I went directly to Mike's house because it was the closest. When I went into his bathroom I saw my face and I was shocked. I had two black eyes forming, my chin was scraped down to the bone...

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... do anything with my hair. I had all my pens, papers, notebooks and other miscellaneous items stuffed into my spanking new blue book bag. My mother was down stairs on the patio drinking her morning mug of coffee, yelling at me to hurry up. I gave my brand new Nike's a quick whitening, checked to make sure I had everything; money for lunch, all my books, paper ... . As soon as the bus was out of sight, I ran all the way home with a huge smile on my face. As I ran down the street I noticed shattered pieces of glass all over the road and a chunk of the lawn on the street. It looked as if a h...

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... the stairs instead of using the lift, or a daily attempt to sort out our garbage instead of unintelligently discarding everything into the general bin. I would say these changes should come from the authorities so that its adaptation in the mind of the "small" man takes its time. There comes a time in our lives when we have to make a decision that inevitably leads to a change like getting married, changing the house, the ... boyfriend or simply the car. These are pleasant ... and voluntary changes as they are neither imposed on nor compulsory. We can choose what we think is best for us...

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... hiding in a closet and you will never know who is on the opposite side of the house. And you may never know. My whole life I have been surrounded with numerous family members constantly in and out of the house. There was always so much going on that I never really had the time to be afraid of my own house. After much thought, when I was 11 years old, my parents decided ... immediately cut on the lights, so I slowly walked through the kitchen toward the stairs in the dark. As I approached the stairs I looked up the long dark stairwell and stared into the blackness. Suddenly I thought as ...

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... from her household duties and take us to the school playground. Of course she told us off and said that she was too busy with work around the house to take us today. So, me and Cory decided to do the only thing we possible keep asking till she took us. After the unforgiving half hour of the ever reoccurring question of doom: "Can we go now?- she finally ... decided to give in and take us to the playground. What took five minutes, seemed like an ... thing that popped into my mind. I was going to jump from the top level of the stairs to the monkey bars and swing off. As I walked up the s...

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... ; it was exciting because I was going over to my friends for a sleep over. My mother's best friend with whom she grew up owned the friend's house of which I was going to. Her name was Geri P. and she was a great lady. She looked out for every one else before herself. She- baby-sat me when I was a toddler. I grew ... me she hoped nothing had happened but she excepted nothing had. I went to bed having not given the situation another thought about what my mom had told me. I went to sleep a 10- year old boy. The next morning I woke up and felt broken. I went down stairs for breakfast and my...

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... looked like a room that had been abandoned for years. As I walked up the crackling stairs, to the second floor of the old beaten down brown and white house, I came to a room. Slowly, I walked inside. The brown door that had yellow speckles where paint had chipped off closed behind me, left me standing in one of the most scariest rooms I have ever stepped foot in. In order to describe my ... scariest room, I am going to describe how the room smelled, felt, and sounded. The ... students quiet. The sound of "ERRK" filled the air. It had came from the nearby window. Out of nowhere the huge b...

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