Blogger by Force, Not by Choice The ramblings of a high school student
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A Reader, Not a Writer. com site is forced upon me by my writing teacher. The lights spin around and around. The waves of sound echo around the stadium. People all over cheer and jump. Bobbing heads fill the room. Suddenly a shot overpowers all the other noises and the music halts. Falling and falling until it hits the stage. This is the fourth time this week. Jarvis slammed his hand down on the table. Come on people! How do you not have any leads on this! .
Coach Wilburn worked the Kinston High School track team hard. It was a hot day for spring, and the team was sweaty and tired from running. You smell like a pack of seventh grade boys! April 29, 2015.
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The man reaches the last bit of the street and ducks into an alleyway; this will be his bed for the night. The man lies down on the lightly dusted ground. His eyelids have suddenly become very heavy. The man rests his head on the snow-laden ground and closes his eyes. I suggest you stop struggling Mr. Williamson I am what you think I am I was never aligned with my fathers aims. If his mind would h.
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Why? What exactly is the point of the competition? What does Shane see in it? I mean sure, the publicity is insane, and the media covers the event like wildfire raging through a field of dry grass.
This story is a continuation of my third week paper.
Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Where else can you find me. Adventures of the time lady. St Patrick and the beginnings of Christianity in Ireland.