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A Chilly Fall Morning

The green leaves on the tall trees turn dark shades of red, oranges and yellows. They fall on the green grass covering the whole yard. The cool breeze of the wind flows into my window and wake me with slight chills. I begin to open my eyes to the bright light they call day; I smell the delicious scent of bacon and eggs coming from downstairs. It smells nice I thought to myself. The suddenly

“Breakfast is ready sweetie!” My mom called from the kitchen

I rose from my bed very quickly and scurried into the kitchen to eat some yummy food. It was chilly in the whole house, outside looked like the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Our backyard was filled with bright red leaves and orange and even yellow ones! I heard my brother groan from his room as my mom had woken him up apparently too early. I giggled as I thought he was being ridiculous. I finished my breakfast and got a small cup of cold fresh orange juice that tasted sweet. Going on about my day, I brushed my teeth and got dressed in the most beautiful dress my mom had bought for me. It was red with splotches of yellow flowers and a pink bow behind me used as decoration. I put my white- long socks on that had a small ribbon at the top of them and then slipped on my black strapped shoes that looked like heals made for children. I bet everyone had my shoes. I was gathering my things for school, I put a red ribbon in my hair to tie my hair away from getting in my face. It was red. I liked the color red. “Kids, time for school!” my mom yelled from the front door.

My mom drove us to school, and I saw my friends waiting for me at the front of the school. I told my mom I loved her, and I stepped out of the car while my brother pushed me to hurry up. I did not mind because he had been in a bad mood all morning. I ran to my friends and we went inside and said hello to everyone else. The rest of the day was really calm and chill. I started a countdown for Halloween and there were only 30 more days to count! Even thought it was a lot I was still excited for it to come and I thought to myself, I could get used to this any time of the year.

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I was at my apartment with my mom, sister, dad, and my 2 brothers.

My mom a joyful person with long black hair and the shortest. My sister tall but still shorter than our older brother long black hair. My dad tall black hair brown eyes. My little brother 5 years old short black hair and a little bit of a attitude. My older brother the one I hadn't seen in months taller than I remember and scruff on his face like he is trying to grow a beard.

The food was done cooking. We had made mashpotatos, turkey, tatertot casserole which is tatertos layered with sauce and vegetarian meat cause my sister is vegetarian. We also had dessert that was pie and brownies that my sister made. After dessert we decided to play some board games. We played duos witch is like oun but a little more complicated. After the games it was later and my sister went home so we all went to bed.

The next day my brother had to go home and so we begone to pack his things. He didn’t bring to much but he lived pretty far so he had to leave then. He would call us with an update when he was close and again when he was home. When he did get home and called it was late so he couldn’t talk much.

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Write a 3-paragraph description of a haunted house using the 5 objects or details.

A haunted house, which is a house full of spooky Halloween decoration for the holiday is a true fun experience to go through, firstly, there are spider webs, which is common for haunted houses to use due to adding more ambience and decoration to the house, which makes it look a lot older and abandoned. Since its sticky, many people could go past one and get them stuck in their body, that makes them feel like somebody is touching them and may run. The doll heads can also be used to add to ambience and decoration. They can be made really creepy to scare a lot of kids or can also be modified to bite people when touched in the mouth. The dolls' appearance can also be modified to be more spooky and to make it seem possessed by a demon.  Boarded up windows are always used to make look like the house truly is abandoned and haunted from the outside, but In the inside is also used to not let any light enter the house. After all, it's a haunted house that we should be scared of. Rusty tricycles are one of those things that makes you feel scared and uncomfortable when left alone in a room and you are alone, it reminds of a kid that disappeared and left his tricycle in there. The rusty tricycles may also move by themselves and really scare somebody to the point that they want to leave. Ghosts are the classic haunted house creatures. Their white color and shape makes somebody very scared, specially when they move towards you and start grabbing you. Ghosts are creepy when seen from a far and going into a room, but when you go towards the ghost, it isn't there anymore. In general, Haunted houses need to be decorated with these items in order to appear haunted, in order to scare off people, and to fit in with the holiday.

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I stood at the top of my driveway, looking down at the pavement stretched out before me. Dirty, suntanned limbs stuck out from my overalls, who's legs l'd recently removed, much to my mother's dismay. I clutched the borrowed skateboard to my chest, biting back my fear. I was currently breaking two of my dad's rules. Rule 1; don't go barefoot, and a very prominent rule 2; don't touch my 🤬 without permission. I shook my head, what did he know? Skateboarding couldn't be that hard, I could figure it out on my own. I decided to take it slow, sitting on the board lengthwise. was this right? Probably not. if I gripped the front with my hands, I could hold my legs in the air so they wouldn't drag. Perfect. The hill I lived on was decently long and steep, this was going to be fun, I grinned toothily, my prior caution forgotten.

I scooted towards the slope, giving one final thrust before perching my legs awkwardly along it's sides as the board began it's decent.  I began to gain speed, and for a second, it was fun, the wind whipping my long hair out behind me and the road opening out before my eyes. Then I went faster and faster. Too fast. The board wobbled beneath me and I began to wonder if I'd made a mistake. And then the boars suddenly changing course, veering off to the side instead of down the middle as I'd anticipated. And then I saw it. A rock, a large rock, more of a boulder really. And it was planted directly in my new path. I was still gaining speed, and at this rate I was going to crash, breaking both my dad's skateboard and probably my body along with it. I had to stop. I had to stop now. I closed my eyes in preparation for the pain, then slammed my bare legs into the speeding asphalt.

I sat at the bottom of the hill, my body pulsating in pain. I hadn't bothered to get off the skateboard, or even remove my legs from the ground. I just sat there, in pain. "I will not cry  I will not cry I will not cry I will not cry." I repeated through gritted teeth until I knew it was true. I pulled my legs up to survey the damage. All of the skin from my knees was gone, extending along my tibia to the tops of my feet and toes, revealing pink flesh underneath. I stood up, blood dripping down my legs as they stinged in protest. Well, that had failed miserably. What now? If I went home, my dad would be mad. Then he would make me wash them out. My dad's hands were rough with work and he would scrub my wounds mercilessly. No, I couldn't go home, it was barely noon regardless and I wasn't due back until 5. I still had the day. As I'd concluded hiding from my father was the best course of action, I proceeded to construct a plan to avoid confrontation at all cost. We were close with the Votopiches, and they would probably tell my dad if I went there, so I needed to go somewhere they wouldn't contact my father.

I knocked on the Macalister's door rapidly, which was opened by a very displeased looking Ms. Macalister. "hello Ms. Macalister, is Ace home?" I asked in my most polite voice, smiling toothily. she stare down at the dirty, matty haired, bloody kneed child in front of her with a mix of deep concern and disgust. Nobody in the neighborhood liked the Macalister's because they were filthy rich, never helped out, and had 8 very hostile dogs that often tipped over the dumpsters. It was perfect. Freya poked her pale head from behind her mother's knee "oh, hi Norah. My brother's in his room" "thanks" I piped, sliding around Ms. Macalister, skipping down the hall towards a familiar room. I knocked, not waiting for a reply before entering his room. He was sprawled on his couch in front of his big screen TV. As I knew he would be. He flicked is eyes to meet mine, not bothering to get up as I entered the room. He stared at me for a second before resuming his game. "your dripping blood on my carpet" "sorry" I mumbled. He nodded absently, patting the couch beside him. I smiled, plopping down on the fluffy cushion as I absorbed myself in his game. We had a weird relationship where I would just sit and watch him play games for hours on end. We would occasionally play card games or swim in his private pool, but usually I just watched.

Inevitably, the day came to a close, and I dragged myself home to await my destiny. My father was mad, but I didn't receive any chores, as it was decided my legs were punishment enough. As expected, he immediately grabbed a bar of soap and gave me 2 options. I could wash my wounds out myself, or he could do them for me. I tried it by myself at first, dreading my fathers calloused fingers. Yet the second I touched the soap to my ray flesh, bolts of pan shot up my leg and I couldn't continue. I was in tears before he'd even started. Washing my skinless flesh was hands down one of the most painful things l've gone through, much worse than the actual skinning. I still have scars on my knees and toes. I wish I could say this was a learning experience,  that I listened to my Father's rules from then on and I learned how to appropriately 🤬 the danger of a situation. but judging from the various scars, ripped tendons and broken teeth I gained sense then, l'd say this was just a crappy experience with no long term effects. I was safe and cautious form maybe a week after, but as the scars faded, I began to forget the whole situation, and went back to the same mindset I had before; that is was better to experience life to the fullest and live with the consequences then sit around regretting all the things I could have done.

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One weekend I went down to Mt.Vernon for a family gathering. I noticed that my favorite cousin was there. We decided to ask my parents if she could spend the night at my house. They agreed on it we just had to go get her clothes. We got home around 11, we were chilling in my room. Out of no where I get a text from my friend asking if we wanted to sneak out. I said "I don’t think so cause I'm with my cousin" nut my friend told me to ask her if she wanted to she said "yes". We waited for my parents to go to bed.

While we were waiting we ended up falling asleep. We woke up again around 3 cause my friend called me. She was ready but me and m cousin ran into a problem, we realized the only way out of my room without making a lot of noise was my window but my bed was against it. We had to re arrange some things to get the bed out of the way. Once we got out we walked to my friends house it was like 3 min walk. Once we got her we just walked around our neighborhood. We also texted a whole bunch of people if they wanted to hangout they all said yes so we met up at the mall parking lot. Once everyone was there we ended playing hid n seek.

After about playing for 40 minutes every one was getting tired and agree to go home. Just to be safe we all shared our locations with eachother an walked eachother home. Once it was just me my cousin and my friend we dropped my friend home and me and my cousin ran home. Once we got home we got ready for bed. None of us got caught, everyone got home safe and everyone had a fun time id say mission accomplished.

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My mother has always given the best advice, weather it's for something I feel like I need or not. Of course, it's hard to remember all the life advice I had been given by her. But recently she's given me help with something I was passionate about. Which without it I wouldn't have ever been able to continue with it now. I had been working on teaching myself guitar for the past few months but was of course having issues with learning. So, my mother had decided that I had wanted it enough and that lessons would be good for me.

I felt awfully nervous. I didn't like the lessons I had taken for drums before because of the teacher. I was never able to talk to him and I would always feel incompetent and awkward. So, my mother suggested that I look for someone I would be more conferrable with. At first, I assumed that it would have to be a female because I had felt I would be able to talk to a woman more than a man. But we couldn't find a female teacher. So, I just gave up. Everyone elsewhere just old men that looked like they would want to lick your feet.

My mother advised me to not give up on looking, to instead look for someone younger and with a fun personality that wouldn't make me feel uncomfortable. So, we continued to look. And eventually, we found a teacher. At first of course I was iffy about him. He was a new person, but in his bio, he would talk about how odd he was. Which, really made me feel better about meeting him. So we did, and I've been going to lessons with him ever since.

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My favorite childhood memory is a time we had McDonalds and I was not supposed to tell my mom but I soon as I got home I told her. So I was 5 years old and I was with my sister who is a year older then me she has black hair, brown skin and at this time she was a couple inches taller then me I was also with my older brother who also has black hair, brown skin, foot taller then me, also he is three years older then me, and my oldest sister who is five years older then me black hair, that time she was like a foot and a couple inches taller then me and finally my two cousins who at the time where both in there 20s and they are brother and sister.

So that day we drove to Walmart in a Honda pilot and to this day I still don’t know why we went but we did so my dad always tells story that when I was a kid every time I would go out someplace I would "magically get hungry" but if I was home I was not. Anyway so we are at Walmart walking around and I was hungry and so I ask my cousin "can we get McDonalds please" and they said no because we where going back home in like 5 minutes to go eat food, but then my brother and sisters start asking also so then after a couple of minutes of asking they finally took us right before we were about to leave through the door.

Once we finished our food we started heading back home and my two cousin say before we leave the parking lot "when we get home do not mention anything about eating or having McDonalds" so all of us in the backseat of the car just said ok we can do that. So as soon as we pull into the drive way they stop look at all of us again and say "don’t say anything about eating McDonalds to your parents. So then in my head I was like ok that’s easy so I say to my cousins "ok" and so do my siblings so as soon as all of us walking into the house we start walking towards the living room the first thing I say to everyone in the house is "we did not have McDonalds" with no one asking any question about what we did I just said that out of the blue and the rest of the day I do not remember.

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In the time I've spent in this old town, I've never noticed the abandoned mansion before. At the very bottom of the hill where our peaceful and quiet town lies, there lays a tall, looming, abandoned mansion. Its windows are large yet boarded up, and its doors a gargantuan jaw, ready to swallow you whole in an instant. Out of sheer curiosity, I venture into the mansion. A part of me has hope for finding the answers of its origin within this place. An old someone like me has grown past the need for fear. The light of the dusk, red sun is quickly swallowed by the darkness of the property. Despite the size of the mansion, it feels claustrophobic. As I walk through the doors, they creak closed behind me, and a loud slamming follows that echoes across the house. I am immediately greeted with a black and charred fireplace, and atop the fireplace lies a quaint mantel holding a withered candelabra. I pick up the candelabra and light it with a loose match in my pant pocket. I swipe my hand across the mantel and a blizzard of dust lashes out angrily in my face in rebuttal for being disturbed. In a coughing fit, I attempt to regather my bearings and look frantically around the main room. A hint of light glinting from the ceiling catches my eye, and I am met face to face with a beautiful chandelier. Despite the buildup of cobwebs and dust on its golden chains, something like this could be considered quite valuable. The sharp and sophisticated shape of the crystals cast a geometric reflection that dances around the room in a slow waltz. I warily step towards the hallway, the ceiling and walls encasing me. Because of the chandelier, the walls of the halls seem to sway and move. Tattered browned wallpaper caresses my forearm as I lean against the wall. I heave a deep sigh, myself filling with dread. Something about this place is awake, I can feel it. I walk further and further down the winding halls, suddenly hearing and feeling an abrupt crunch beneath my shoe . A piece of an urn. I lift up my foot to see the damage. A yellowed porcelain urn, with flowers of all colors painted onto the lid, along with a little picture of a teddy bear. A child's urn, perhaps? On the bottom of the remains is a name engraved, but I can't make it out. What little light that had shown through the window is gone, and I am left holding the candelabra, it already burning out, and fast. My chest feels heavy. I look around me, trying to get a hold of myself and remember where the exit is, but these hallways are so confusing, and my old sight doesn't do me any good. I feel along the walls, trying to find some kind of opening to a room. Suddenly, I stop in my tracks. My heart looms low in my chest as I can make out a distortion in the darkness. An apparition. Its figure I can't make the outlines of, yet it's darker and more void than the actual darkness around me. The air is still. I walk closer and hold my candelabra close as its wicks burn shorter and shorter. I can hear the familiar crunching under my foot, and above the urn stands a little girl. The candelabra goes out. 

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In the time I've spent in this old town, I've never noticed the abandoned mansion before. At the very bottom of the hill where our peaceful and quiet town lies, there lays a tall, looming, abandoned mansion. Its windows are large yet boarded up, and its doors a gargantuan jaw, ready to swallow you whole in an instant. Out of sheer curiosity, I venture into the mansion. A part of me has hope for finding the answers of its origin within this place. An old someone like me has grown past the need for fear. The light of the dusk, red sun is quickly swallowed by the darkness of the property. Despite the size of the mansion, it feels claustrophobic. As I walk through the doors, they creak closed behind me, and a loud slamming follows that echoes across the house. I am immediately greeted with a black and charred fireplace, and atop the fireplace lies a quaint mantel holding a withered candelabra. I pick up the candelabra and light it with a loose match in my pant pocket. I swipe my hand across the mantel and a blizzard of dust lashes out angrily in my face in rebuttal for being disturbed. In a coughing fit, I attempt to regather my bearings and look frantically around the main room. A hint of light glinting from the ceiling catches my eye, and I am met face to face with a beautiful chandelier. Despite the buildup of cobwebs and dust on its golden chains, something like this could be considered quite valuable. The sharp and sophisticated shape of the crystals cast a geometric reflection that dances around the room in a slow waltz. I warily step towards the hallway, the ceiling and walls encasing me. Because of the chandelier, the walls of the halls seem to sway and move. Tattered browned wallpaper caresses my forearm as I lean against the wall. I heave a deep sigh, myself filling with dread. Something about this place is awake, I can feel it. I walk further and further down the winding halls, suddenly hearing and feeling an abrupt crunch beneath my shoe . A piece of an urn. I lift up my foot to see the damage. A yellowed porcelain urn, with flowers of all colors painted onto the lid, along with a little picture of a teddy bear. A child's urn, perhaps? On the bottom of the remains is a name engraved, but I can't make it out. What little light that had shown through the window is gone, and I am left holding the candelabra, it already burning out, and fast. My chest feels heavy. I look around me, trying to get a hold of myself and remember where the exit is, but these hallways are so confusing, and my old sight doesn't do me any good. I feel along the walls, trying to find some kind of opening to a room. Suddenly, I stop in my tracks. My heart looms low in my chest as I can make out a distortion in the darkness. An apparition. Its figure I can't make the outlines of, yet it's darker and more void than the actual darkness around me. The air is still. I walk closer and hold my candelabra close as its wicks burn shorter and shorter. I can hear the familiar crunching under my foot, and above the urn stands a little girl. The candelabra goes out. 

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My dog means so much to me because he was my first dog. I got him when I was 4 and before that I was always a dog person. I would make my mum take me to dog parks and I would get run over by the big dogs and I loved it. So when my parents surprised me with him I was filled with excitement.

The first memory I have with him is when my friend and I were in a play tent playing with zum zum pets, the ones that look like hamsters and have little electronic wheels, anyway timber came bursting in through the door and our whole set up was ruined but I didn’t care because there was a dog. I was confused because my mum had not told me about a dog coming over so I asked her and she said we were going to take care of him for a week. A week went by and he didn’t leave so I asked my mum when we had to give him back to our friends. She told me we were going to keep him and the week was a trial to see if we liked a dog with our family. Our friends were moving to a small apartment where they couldn’t bring a dog so we were able to keep him.

As I already said I've had Timber since I was four and we still have him. He is 12 years old now and he is a very big dog so I hope we will have him for a lot longer but I'm not sure. Some of my favorite things about him is he is a very good listener and he knows when I'm not feeling well so he comes up to me and makes me feel better. He loves to explore and he loves to go on hikes. He loves carrots so I like to bake him dog carrot cakes.

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Music means so much to me because its one of those things that most people do like you can ask anyone what there favorite song of genera of music is. But the thing that is cool about music is the personalization that comes with it.

For example you can choose any type of music then choose different artistes within that type of music. Another thing that is cool about music is that you can switch between so many different types of music. For example when you are feeling sad there is a  kind of music for that when you are feeling maybe mad happy in the middle it doesn’t matter there is a type of music for. Another example of this would be picking music for a certain occasion because there is different type of music not just for mood but for different types of situations also.

Another thing about music that makes it mean so much to me is that you can have memories that relate to that music like maybe you have one of the times with your family where you listen to a certain time and every time you here it you remember that memory.  This is super cool because it can create relation ships from person to person or maybe person to the music. Another thing that makes music me so much to me is that when I listen to music I don’t just hear someone talking depending on the kind of music that you choose to listen to but a lot of the times the artists is trying to tell a story. This makes the music more enjoyable and easier to connect to. Another thing that makes music mean so much to me is when  Is when I can have a very similar memory to what the song Is talking about it feels like when I hear it sometimes I almost go back and relive the moment.

Something else that makes music so special to me is that growing up I listened to bunch of different types of music  because it was always whatever was on the radio. One of my favorite things about music is that it can also help with problems you may be having. Music can be a safe place for people to go and relax and get away from stress and just listen to some good music. One of the things that that a lot of people love music for is to entertain a group of people or to see what songs people know in a friend group and to listen to new ones. Something else that I like about music is that you can know a bunch of songs that you listen to all the time and then meet someone who likes the same music or even different and still like the music. The final thing that makes music mean so much to me the way it makes me and anyone else feel when you listen to it I feel like it is just a nice relaxed feeling or it can be whatever you want that is the amazing part about it.

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It was 2019 I went with some friends to their house to have a birthday party. But afterwards the party was over and only the close friends stayed over. We were just playing ps4 games and having a good time it was around 1 and we all started to get bored so I suggested if we should ding-dong-ditch they agreed so we sneaked out of the house since his parents were sleeping. We got outside and it was actually pretty cold the wind was pushing us behind but not enough to make us fall. We saw a house and I told my friend to ding-dong-ditch. We started to hit other houses on the street. Then we came to a house that look kinda rich. It was really nice and the cars in the driveway were like brand new. My other friend ran up and hit the doorbell. We ended up hitting this same house 3 times. The second time, the guy came out. He was mad.

And then the last time we did it he came out 🤬 and had something in his hand we couldn’t tell what is was so we just thought we were fine. Then he just stayed there waiting with the door open and the guy was trying to find us but couldn’t, My friend fell over and hit a rock which made a noise not too loud but Aldo not quiet the guy heard since it was 1 of the morning and there weren't much noises so we got up and started to run as fast as we could I looked behind and saw the guy running at us with something in his right hand I got really scared I started sweating everywhere I thought to myself "is that a gun in his hand" But I couldn't get an answer since I didn’t know for sure. We tried to cut him off by just taking random corners we didn’t want to lure him to my friends house. So what we did is we saw a sign on a fence that said no trespassing so what we did was just sprint there and jumped over my foot got stuck on the fence and I started panicking I started sweating my face was getting red. But then my friend helped my get over the fence we didn’t know where to go since it was just a forest that said no trespassing so we just ran to the woods going nowhere we ran for at least 30 seconds and we stopped. And we were all tired from running non stopping we just looked at each other out of breath. Finally I said "Holy……. Poop…. We almost just died" and then my friend said " bro… that was intense" and my other friend said "where… the hell are we "so I said idk just somewhere in the forest" after a while we just sat on the moss that was growing on the tree.

Soon I saw something in the forest and I told my friends they looked at couldn’t see anything they just said "bro there's noting there" and I said "look in between those to small trees on the left" they looked at did see something they looked at each other they both said "Ayo lets get out off here" so we tried to look for a exit but couldn’t find anywhere, soon I saw a gate and I told them "look over there is that a gate" we started walking towards the gate because there was no other choice, when all of the sudden we hear a stick break behind us break. I say "bro I swear to god there's something following us" I started running cause whatever it was it could hurt us I kept looking back to see if I could see what was behind us but I didn’t see anything. I kept looking and then maybe like the tenth time I looked back I fell down because my foot got caught on a tree root that was sticking out, I tried reacting fast enough so I wouldn’t fall completing down but messed up. I got up as fast as a could afterwards I started running even faster because my friends just left me there and they ran off. I got up and ran as fast as I could I felt like I was running faster than I could even imagine, once I caught up with them the started climbing the fence and once they got over I was getting over the fence as well. All of us got on the other side we looked back to see if we could see anything but we couldn’t, I was really confused but I just looked at them and said " lets just go back" they agreed so we walked back to the house without and trouble.

We get to his house we tried to be as quiet as we could but then there were his parents waiting for us at the door we all just looked at them and frozed. We didn’t know what to do they told us that we were In troubled but I thought to myself, how am I going to get in trouble it didn’t matter. After they talked to us what we were doing and all of the basic thing a parent will ask when you sneak out, Soon they finish talking and we head upstairs we go to his living room because that’s where we were going to sleep we talked a bit about what happened, and then went to sleep.

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The environment is very important to me. The trees, gently swaying in the wind, the beautiful color of fall and crisp springs. Humans would not be here if it weren't for the trees. They are not the only life form that provides oxygen and consumes CO2, but they are a big part of that portion. Trees make up many habitats for animals, birds, monkeys, they are the safe space for many creatures. Even with all these reasons and ways trees help this earth, humans still destroy these them for their own wealth and selfish reasons.

Speaking of destroying homes and disrespecting the environment, what does this cause? Climate change! Due to Climate change, the environment is being thrown off. Ice is melting, its getting hotter, more natural disasters, species are dying out, etc. With these issues getting worse and worse every single day, this earth does not have much time left before it is devastated.  Of course there are many important issues happening in the world and our country that need to be fixed, but because of its complex consequences, climate change is the biggest.

You would think humans would realize by now that this earth needs major help. Humans are so selfish to the point that they don’t even believe climate change is real. Even after it is proven by scientists and their own experiences. Trust me, human lives are not the most important thing in this world. We have barely been here and already have made a huge impact on the environment. The environment means so much to me because our existence depends on it.

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The dark tall building stood there with the entrance showing a massive double black

Doors covered in cobwebs with a sign that says do not enter. As I pay for my ticket and

Wait in line I start to think about what could possible be inside the haunted house.

I hear the screams of teenage girls and boys, the fog creeping under the door, people

Dressed up as psycho murders with knifes running around the outside.

As I walked closer to the tall doors I felt the aura of the area, I enjoyed scary movies

So I thought this would just be a fun time. As I kept hearing the screams and the sounds

Of kids and adults running I thought that this wasn’t the best idea to go here, oh well I

Thought I should just go since I mad it this far. Finally after all the waiting and suspense

It was my turn to walk through, as I walked through the mist I stood waiting to walk through

Towards the first entrance. I told myself I would look stupid just standing here waiting for

Other people to walk through, with that thought I took my first steeps inside. As I

Entered the long dark room filled with dimmer lights I saw a place to walk too, as I walked

Over that direction I saw a closet fly open with a grown man holding a knife, he turned his

Head with a creepy smile and with no hesitation ran at me. This wasn’t a regular haunted

House I thought this is real, I ran back and saw the door closed from where I entered, the

Only place to go through was the small vent as I ran and slide inside I saw the grown man

Struggle to get inside, I climb through and as I thought I was safe the vent headed downwards.

As I feel backwards and slammed through the vent cage falling into the ground with a loud

Smack, I brought myself up and checked where I was.

It was a hallway dimly lighted with small trails of blood heading towards each door.

Without thinking twice I ran down the hall, after 30 minutes of wandering I realized

I ended up in the same place as I started. This all felt unreal like I was in some sick

Twisted dream. As I stopped finally I realized what I needed to do, I needed to go through

A door since that was the last thing for me to do, as I approached the door I thought

Twice if this was the best choice for me. I just forgot about it and walked to the door.

When I walked inside all I felt was darkness, It felt unreal as if I wasn’t alive. Floating,

In the air with darkness everywhere around me, life isnt real or is fake it all depends on

How you precise things in your life. Life tip never go to a haunted house.

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Why my neighborhood means so much to me. It means so much to be because

I made so much memories here. I made a lot of friends, a lot of memories and so much

Happened here. When I was came here there were a few people that I would become friends with

Living here. Then I next door I see new people are moving in too which means new friends. We eventually meet up and all become friends, there were about 11 of us or more and we did so much, we played basketball, football, baseball, pokemon, beyblades, hide and seek, and video games, we legit could do anything we wanted.

We made a lot of memories, we pretty much did everything we played a lot of sports like football and basketball. But whenever we played football there were sometimes fights that happen, same with basketball and baseball. But we got over It, wasn’t a big deal, but coming around 5th grade year the number of friends started to lower because some of us started to move, the first people to move were my 2 friends they were both brothers and we both played basketball a lot 1 of them teach me how to play basketball and how to get better. They sadly moved to Seattle so I never really met them again after they moved. Second person to move was a friend again, they moved some where in Bellingham so they actually visited us before, and 3 more friends moved they were all brothers too they moved somewhere in Bellingham too, so it was pretty ruff but they did visit us too.

Now today its only me and 4 others, 1 of them moved in and he is cousins with 2 of my friends and I actually knew him in 1st grade so that was cool. Sadly we don't really come outside no more and hang out, we do though but barely. It just doesn’t really feel the same but we do sometimes hangout mostly I go outside to practice some basketball. Well it was fun making those memories and having fun back then I would wish I could do that again though, that would be really nice. So that’s what means a lot to me, my neighborhood, I made a lot of memories here I will never forget.

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One day I was walking around my house and I was a really little kid like I was like 5 or 6 and I was walking around then I asked my parents if I can go outside to go play and stuff with my boxer I had at the time and play with my toys that I had and then they said yes so I went outside just playing with the dog and really was wanting to do something fun but dangerous at the same time so I was looking at the my glass table  and I was thinking how fun would that be to get on the table and try to have my brother and sisters spin it when I'm on it and so I decided to walk inside and ask my grandparents if I can but they wanted me to stay safe so they said no so then I was thinking how about breaking the rule and so I went to my brother and sisters room to ask them if they wanted to  but they said no they won't spin me they will just come outside and make sure I don’t get hurt or something so we all walked through the house passed my grandparents eyeballing us making sure we don’t do anything stupid and so they came outside to  because we were young kids and they didn’t feel like taking any of us to the hospital any time soon so I decided to wait until my grandparents were looking away at my siblings so I can  get a stool or a brick or a toy or something so I can get on top of the glass table that was old and not really stable at the time just to make myself feel cool or to try and prove my grandparents wrong about not getting hurt from standing on it.

o I waited for the perfect time to grab something and place it underneath me to hop up on the table so that time came and I grabbed something and then right as I got on top of the table my grandparents saw I got onto the table and then they ran over to me kicking the dirt and stuff and ran as fast as the flash kind of to make sure I'm safe so they told me to get down  so I don’t fall off or something and then I told them no so they got mad at me and I decided to start shaking the table from underneath me and it was glass so I was trying to be careful but not too careful and I was trying to get my grandparents more mad at me so they knew how I felt when they wouldn’t listen to me because when I was younger I thought I could be the queen and rule over everyone and everything and so I kept disobeying them then when I tried jiggling the table a little more the table started tipping over and my feet started sliding and my grandparents weren't paying attention for a second to make sure my siblings are staying safe and not jumping off the wall of in the backyard to the ally way where there was drug dealers and people who killed other people that were hiding from the cops because it was darker and that's where those people go to steal or break into people's house or hide from the cops and stuff so they didn't want my siblings to jump down there for fun or something then my feet kept sliding of the table more and more then I tried to climb back up the table as it was sliding underneath me moving the rocks that were holding it up and more and more sliding then I got scared so I decided to scream then right as I scream and try  to stand up I fell straight forward into bricks and broke my head open and there was blood gushing out of my forehead right at my hair line and it wouldn't stop bleeding and i was crying then my grandparents looked back because they heard a big bang! Then they saw me crying and my head was gushing and gushing and in my mind I thought i was going to die.

I've never hurt myself like that before and the bricks hard blood on them then my grandparents started running inside as fast as possible to get a rag or a towel or something and my grandfather went in top the garage to get my car and come around the back to get us into  the car to go to the hospital and my siblings were crying because they thought I was going to die and  so my hand was trying to cover my head and try to stop the bleeding but it wouldn’t stop no matter what I tried and there was warm gross looking blood all over my tiny hand and my grandmother finally got back with the towel and placed it on my head everyone was rushing and everything and it was a scary time so we were in the car and everyone was crying other than my grandparents because they were upset over what happened and at me for telling me repeatedly not to do what I did so something like this wouldn’t happen and so we were in the car feeling like I was going to die or have to stay in the hospital over night or something without my family and that was a really big fear i had when I was younger and then we get there  and everyone was staring at me and it was really scary because my head was hurting and gushing blood going through the towel onto the floor of the hospital and then everyone was asking what happened and stuff as my siblings were 🤬 their eyes out tears coming down one by one every half of a second and just tears running down our faces like there was a waterfall and the doctors and people rushed to me and rushed me into a room and gave me a new bigger towel and the blood wouldn't stop and they said if we didn't get to the hospital faster or something ii could have lost to much blood  and it was scary to hear i could have died because my brother when he was my agree at that time he fell off a 10 foot tree and almost actually died and he had to get picked up by a  helicopter and he had a concussion for like a month and stayed at the hospital for a while and me and my family stayed there every night every day until he woke up because the doctor said there is a possibility he wouldn't wake up but in the name of Christ he woke up with in a couple weeks and he is 18 now he studders kind of but not as bad as me and him used to but I really didn't want to lose my only brother that I had 🙁 and they didn't want to lose me kind of the same  so we were there and eventually again in the name of Christ the blood stopped coming out and we were able to stitch it up with 13 stitches and now I have a battle scar on my forehead on my hair line and it's a pretty big scar to but now I know not to do stupid things no matter what if it's dangerous or something to where there is a possibility i  could die I'm going to stay away from it forever.

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"Girls clean the playroom!" My mom yelled from downstairs. I was sitting in my room on my bed with my pink, green, and white floral bedspread. I didn't want to clean the playroom. I knew there would be dolls and stuff animals sprawled across the floor with horses and mini houses on the windowsills and counter. I knew we would have to clean it sooner or later, so I decided to go get my twin sister, Serena, and head downstairs. I walked across the narrow hall that made a T shape connecting the bedrooms to the stairs. The walk to Serena's room was short, just a couple steps to find her sitting on her bed reading a book.

"Come on we have to go clean the playroom!" I said.

"No, just let me finish this book," she replied.

"If you don't come, I'm telling mom."

"Fine, just let me finish this page then."

"Okay, fine." I waited for her leaning against her white door frame next to her brown wood door because I was not about to clean all by myself. The book clamped shut and she stood up and we walked down the stairs to the playroom. We entered the brown door frame into the room with most of our toys and play things. It was a mess! I looked down and I could barely see the floor through all the clutter. The counter at the very left side of the room had our mini princess dolls and their houses lying there and even the top of the piano on the wall to my left had music books lying across the top. I didn't want to clean this room. Then an idea popped into my head. Maybe there was a way I wouldn't have to clean, and Serena would just do it.

"Hey, do you want to play a game Serena?" I asked mischievously.

"Sure, what are we playing?" She replied.

"Let's pretend that were Cinderella and her step-sisters. Would you rather be Cinderella or her mean step-sister?" I asked.

"I want to be Cinderella!" She said.

"Awh, I really wanted to be Cinderella. I mean I guess I'll just be her evil step-sister."

"Yay!" She exclaimed. I walked toward the right side of the room and sat on the brown hard-wood floor.

"Now get to cleaning Cinderella!" I said. There were a couple stuff animals next to me so I grabbed the light brown teddy bear and threw it at her. "Clean up this mess." I said as I continued telling her she wouldn't be able to go to the ball and that she needed to clean up faster while I sat on the floor watching her. She cleaned up toy after toy putting them away in the bins and organizing them nicely. She got to the very last toy, a barbie dress she found on the floor and put it in the yellow doll clothing bin next to the piano.

"Okay fine I won't go to the ball," she said knowing later that Cinderella ends up going to the ball and meeting her prince.

"Actually, I don't really feel like playing Cinderella anymore." I said

"Oh, okay." She said disappointed. I walked out of the clean playroom knowing I hadn't done a single thing to help cleanup and I had just tricked my sister into cleaning the whole room for me.

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There are thousands of things I could write about being important to me but one that comes to mind so strongly is the color, that is a primary but can have feeling. With shades so bright it matches the sky but shades so dark it may seem like drowning. Blue. One of a kind. Nothing else, nor another color or thing can make it up. Blue with a representation of me. The blue within my heritage. Not no red, white, and blue with stars. But the two columns of blue and one white of the Guatemalan flag that never gets waved high in the sky. My family who lives under that flag fighting to survive when not being welcomed to the "home of the free" and where "liberty and justice for all" does not cover my family. The blue of the blood of the family who has been shot, been wrongfully accused for "reppin the blue." How we all have blood inside us that is blue, and we bleed the same, but should never have to die for a color of a shirt or skin. who would have thought a color could have gotten you killed for something you never done nor been a part of. My heritage, my father has been tied the blue for he was not here for the "right way" and got sent back to where he calls home to the blue and white flag. This is where I get my tan skin, my thick curly hair, my big brown eyes, and my power to fight for human rights. If the blue light from the moon almost recharges me who else will save my life but I with the blue tint of the moon light somehow giving me life. For they were not given where I would have been born if my father and his mother would not have fought for a better life under the red, white and blue. We never forget the blue and white though we wave it equally as high as the red, white, and blue.

Blue is My favorite color and my hero, who stepped in as my mom and dad but also my best friend that saved me from the dark navy-blue sky of a scary fall night. My older brothers. It is his favorite color. He told me "we are all misunderstood no one stops to think that our blood is all blue before it runs out of us. So why are we all looked at different." Blue reminds us of the flowing waves in California where we are once where, and we go back to but not nearly enough to feel the blue. How not matter if we were fighting or felt like we were drowning we could fly once would hit the magical water as if it was a whole new world to us. Blue is my brother and me. It is the path we will not follow as our family and friends have. But we make mistakes, my brother fell in but is making his way out because he saw the blue waves where too much for just me to bare. Blue is a underestimated color that makes up all these other things it’s a primary color, just like me and Huver are primary people who fight for each other and our 8 other siblings to feel like they have a place in life as is. Even though we all do not look the same, our blood is shared "it all is blue before it runs out of us." You don’t have to prove your existence to him and I because we have felt the waves crumble us to where we could hardly even take another breath but found a way to come out walking head high and smiling, dimples and all.

Blue is the color of the sky that brightens my view on life, my optimism of existence and chance. Every day you will see the blue sky at least once. Even if not seen during the day, from the rain the sky's will be painted with navy blue. where the shiny moon reflects off. suddenly I do not feel so alone and misunderstood when the sky falls. Blue is a color to most people, but blue is my life a piece of my heart that will never entirely be gone once morning comes. Blue has unknown shades, undertones, and formality's just as my life and story does. Blue is regular to most, but my blue is my hope. For one day that I will once be upon that navy painted sky as a star. To be able to fly like the big puffy clouds do on a perfect day.

Blue can be dark and scary and lonely and spread rapidly, just like my feelings getting over looked and over though to where I just throw my feelings out the door the keep the piece and apologize for the mess of my blue and put on the light like everyone wants me to be. Blue can be happy and special as well as memorial. But blue has twists it has turns just as all we do. That is why I said blue is a part of my heart. Blue is a feeling I get hit with or get drizzled on just because. Not everyone sees it and it is hard to verbalize it. I Sophia Maricela Ballesteros am blue not entirely, but it forever is a part of me.

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There I was standing outside of the creepy haunted house. There was broken glass on the ground, boarded up windows, and rusty toys outside. When you open the front door to the house and all you see is pure darkness. It was a good thing I had brought a flashlight, I turn it on and I hear a noise coming from somewhere but I didn’t know where. Then i followed the noise into what I assume use to be the kitchen, but there was only a broken refrigerator and a bunch of creepy dolls heads scattered all over the floor. The noise, which sounds likes someone drowning a cat, gets louder. I feels chills run down my spine and sprint out into the dining room. There I see a figure, floating in the middle of the doorway. The figure looks like a skinny gorilla with no legs and a backpack, I ran away screaming into another room that looked like the attic and I was walking around to see if there was any other enemies lurking in there. I feel something touch my cheek and I back away and all I saw was a big boy spider hanging off its web and I get scared and kind of run away because I don’t like spiders, next thing you know I get caught in a bunch of spider webs and I cant break free and all I' thinking is "I'm spider food," I see the spider coming closer and as it comes closer I get a good look at its face before I go bye bye, as I'm looking it in the eyes it stares into my soul and I give it a weird look because that was the ugliest spiders I've ever seen, it looked like it got chewed up then spit out and something put acid on its face to make it look all droopy and weird. Then instead of it walking it starts running and I start screaming like a little girl. And then i wake up realizing it was a dream.

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Alasandra Owens:                    A film that has really influenced me as a person is probably the movie "The Perks of Being a Wallflower". This film follows the lines of a Charlie, a boy transitioning from middle to high school. In his last couple years of his life he has been facing a lot of issues with mental health and self esteem. In the last year he also faced the loss of one of his best friends from suicide. While approaching high school he ended up meeting some new people that made him feel accepted and normal for once. He then falls in love with one of the girls he has met and with that comes its own problems. But the message behind the movie is deeper than the surface.			One of the quotes in this film that really stuck out to me is said when Charlie is talking to one of his friends about the girl he's in love with, Sam and how she lets boys treat her for less than she is, "We accept the love we think we deserve." When I heard this line in the film it really stuck out to me. My whole life I become attached to people and end up pushing them away after being scared of them leaving. This habit lead to a lot of self esteem issues and trouble loving myself. I never thought I was really deserving of this concept of "love". After really taking in those words and thinking about it I decided to work more on loving myself and realized self love is the key to letting others love you. I realized that I shouldn't be pushed around anymore and to take control of who I let in and out of my life instead of letting my insecurities make those decisions for me. Ever since watching this film I've tried to stick by these practices and it has effected and influenced me in the best ways possible.			In this movie I relate to Charlie in a tremendous amount. He has lost some of the most key people in his life and he faces trauma from loss and previous sexual assault. I've gone through similar things and can put myself in his mind and understand what he feels in certain parts of the film. In one of the last parts of the film he ends up so overwhelmed with all of this past trauma and his own thoughts that he ends up in the hospital. I can just picture and feel the same hurt he feels while going through this. I could almost feel his same emotions through the screen and ended up really connecting with Charlie especially in the end. Overall, this movie helped me realize that its okay to reach out and how important self love and our relationships with our loved ones are, it has influenced me in ways that I think should reach others.  

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Alasandra Owens:                    A film that has really influenced me as a person is probably the movie "The Perks of Being a Wallflower". This film follows the lines of a Charlie, a boy transitioning from middle to high school. In his last couple years of his life he has been facing a lot of issues with mental health and self esteem. In the last year he also faced the loss of one of his best friends from suicide. While approaching high school he ended up meeting some new people that made him feel accepted and normal for once. He then falls in love with one of the girls he has met and with that comes its own problems. But the message behind the movie is deeper than the surface.			One of the quotes in this film that really stuck out to me is said when Charlie is talking to one of his friends about the girl he's in love with, Sam and how she lets boys treat her for less than she is, "We accept the love we think we deserve." When I heard this line in the film it really stuck out to me. My whole life I become attached to people and end up pushing them away after being scared of them leaving. This habit lead to a lot of self esteem issues and trouble loving myself. I never thought I was really deserving of this concept of "love". After really taking in those words and thinking about it I decided to work more on loving myself and realized self love is the key to letting others love you. I realized that I shouldn't be pushed around anymore and to take control of who I let in and out of my life instead of letting my insecurities make those decisions for me. Ever since watching this film I've tried to stick by these practices and it has effected and influenced me in the best ways possible.			In this movie I relate to Charlie in a tremendous amount. He has lost some of the most key people in his life and he faces trauma from loss and previous sexual assault. I've gone through similar things and can put myself in his mind and understand what he feels in certain parts of the film. In one of the last parts of the film he ends up so overwhelmed with all of this past trauma and his own thoughts that he ends up in the hospital. I can just picture and feel the same hurt he feels while going through this. I could almost feel his same emotions through the screen and ended up really connecting with Charlie especially in the end. Overall, this movie helped me realize that its okay to reach out and how important self love and our relationships with our loved ones are, it has influenced me in ways that I think should reach others.  

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Why my brother meant so much to me was we went though so much we were living in apartments with me brother and my mom my mom worked three jobs for us cause my dad never helped out and my mom met my step dad who is more of a dad then my real dad but he helped us he got me into sports and we live together and in a few years my brother moved with my dad and step mom and he played high school football for the Anacortes Seahawks and one day his knee was hurting and he dint know what it was and it was hurting or a week and my step mom made him ride a bike to school and just gave him Advil.  one day they took him In and he had a broken leg but they told him to go down to Seattle and they looked at it and he had cancer that night was one of the worst days ever so he got treatment and it wasn't working so they amputated above the knee and it was just hard times but more tumors spread and they couldn't do nothing they tried everything and he passed away this end of summer and he just meant so much to me cause was always there for me he was probably the strongest person I know.

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Why Mexico means so much to me!

By, Abby Morales

One thing that means a lot to me is probably Mexico, I've been to Mexico +9 times and counting, my parents are both  from Oax, Mexico . Sadly I've never seen much of the state by it self but my parents home town is pretty nice. Every time we go, we go to the same place, and the moment when we arrive all you can see is how different everything is, the roads, the "stores" and just how everyone gets along.  Someday I wanna go and just explore the whole state, it means so much to me  because my parents are able to show us exactly where they were raised, I personally think its cool to see how different our lives are, because the lifestyles are just really different. My parents live like 15 minutes from the actual city but on the way there and back  all you can see is trees all around and just a bunch of random animals like  horses, cows, dogs and chickens, ect.  Its cool to see all these people your parents grew up with and hearing all the memories they have of them, Mexico is a big part in my life because my parents are from there and I honor my culture very much. My parents also speak a language and my dad likes to say that its like a secret tool, and I agree.

Another reason why Mexico means so much to me is, probably the fact that it makes me really  happy when my grandparents make food and when we go to partys. I love going and the arriving to the city and walking around and smelling all the amazing food that people are making. The way things work there are really different compared to the united states. I love trying the homemade food made by the people there. Its kind of sad that I haven't tasted the amazing food in 2 years but every time we go, I love to get the tacos! I also love the partys because it good to see everyone have fun and just the food that they serve is really good! The party's don’t stop until the midnight so its good to stay up and just chill. I always like going to the party's because they give these candy bags and there very nice and the candy bags are good. My sibling just arrived to our Mexico a couple of days ago and when they called me they said that my grandma made them food for when they arrived and that’s what they were looking forward to when they got there.

The third reason why Mexico means so much to me is that you always meet new people, as in there's always new uncles and aunts you never knew about and then its just fun to notice that we have a lot more family. Its good to see all the people that my parents grew up with and them telling us funny stories about them when they were younger. I love visiting  my grandparents and them also telling us funny stories. I have a lot of family over there so when we go and have a big brunch together its fun to be surrounded by people full of laughter.  I also love to go because in my town theres a bunch of long trials you can go to and just enjoy the nature. You can also see and hear all of the animals around you when you go on the walks, so its cool to guess the animal as you walk around.  These are just 3 of the thousands of reasons why Mexico means so much to me.

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Dylan Johnson :One time a wise man told me "if you don’t shoot your shot you gonna be lonely"- Brady Scammell 2020. He is correct it is true "I Mean it pretty much explains its self" he said. He is a wise man But he has never had a girlfriend so why trust him. I have though and trust me you need to shoot your shot to make it happen. You might be thinking it is not that easy, correct " just don’t suck" and you should be fine to shoot your shot. Just don’t be like Brady because he has been friend zoned many, many timesFor example Brady likes a girl. He wants to shoot his shot, but he doesn't have the courage. " Just remember the quote Brady" and its as easy as that he asked the girl "will you be my girlfriend?" She said "yes". "Dang the quote really does work" we said.  I said "this is insane we should tell the whole world." We started with Instagram post about our advice, people loved it so we borrowed some money from our parents. "Billboards" we said it’s an awesome idea so we took off to the billboard shop and paid for a few billboards to be made. "Awesome Advice" everyone said. "Now no one will be lonely" Brady said. " We should be Relationship counselors" I said " I Mean we have made so many relationships for lonely people, we are made to do this job." "Relationship counselor?'' he said  "such a good idea he said!" There it was D&B's relationship counseling standing in all of its glory! Look what can come out of a little bit of good advice! THIS WAS JUST A JOKE FOR A GOOD THING TO WRITE ABOUT

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Dylan Johnson :One time a wise man told me "if you don’t shoot your shot you gonna be lonely"- Brady Scammell 2020. He is correct it is true "I Mean it pretty much explains its self" he said. He is a wise man But he has never had a girlfriend so why trust him. I have though and trust me you need to shoot your shot to make it happen. You might be thinking it is not that easy, correct " just don’t suck" and you should be fine to shoot your shot. Just don’t be like Brady because he has been friend zoned many, many timesFor example Brady likes a girl. He wants to shoot his shot, but he doesn't have the courage. " Just remember the quote Brady" and its as easy as that he asked the girl "will you be my girlfriend?" She said "yes". "Dang the quote really does work" we said.  I said "this is insane we should tell the whole world." We started with Instagram post about our advice, people loved it so we borrowed some money from our parents. "Billboards" we said it’s an awesome idea so we took off to the billboard shop and paid for a few billboards to be made. "Awesome Advice" everyone said. "Now no one will be lonely" Brady said. " We should be Relationship counselors" I said " I Mean we have made so many relationships for lonely people, we are made to do this job." "Relationship counselor?'' he said  "such a good idea he said!" There it was D&B's relationship counseling standing in all of its glory! Look what can come out of a little bit of good advice! THIS WAS JUST A JOKE FOR A GOOD THING TO WRITE ABOUT

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Last winter I was skiing with two of my friends and it was super fun. But that day it was super foggy and you could barely see anything affront of you. The fog was thick and gray and made your field of vision much lower. We were looking for some jumps we could do and we thought we found one. It was a steep hill that was at the bottom of the hill we were a top of. My friend who is really good at skiing wanted to do a 360 on it and told me to test the jump out first.

" Hey Blue can you go do that jump first and see if I can do a 360 on it?" asked my friend.

"yeah" I said.

Since it was super foggy the little hill looked like a decent jump. I popped of the top of the steep hill and went riding down it full speed. When I was riding down the hill all I thought was the jumps going to put me in the air for a little bit because it didn’t look that big. I was wrong. When I was about 1 foot away from the little jump I realized it was really steep. I couldn't stop and went straight up the jump. Since it was so steep I did half a backflip. I landed on the cold soft snow on my back and neck. Luckily the snow was as soft as my bed. So the impact didn’t hurt that bad.

"Blue you ok?" my friends said while laughing quietly.

"yep!" I said while laughing very hard.

Then we all started to laugh together. My friends did not do the jump and we skied for the rest of the day. When I work up the next day my back was very sore, it felt like someone threw a brick at my back. And then I realized why and laughed.

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Soccer is one of the biggest things in my life. It takes up most of my time whether its after school, or in the middle of the summer. The older I get the more I play and the busier I get. Last year, I joined two extra teams each with a practice in Seattle once a month. Before the pandemic, I would normally have four practices a week if I didn't have any extra practices. I used to practice on Fridays with a team two years older than mine. My craziest weeks would be when I had four practices for my usual team, a game that weekend, and another practice for one of the extra teams on Sunday. This summer would have been full of different tournaments. I would have gone to Colorado and San Diego, both for tournaments.

Usually I am a pretty reserved person, but when I play soccer, I always feel confident. It has lead to many new friendships. I've had had a lot of different coaches, each with their own viewpoints. These coaches have taught me so much, not just about soccer but also about life. I've always had this drive when it comes to soccer where I know I can always get better, and I want to. It is something that I've always been good at because I always want to play. When  I used to live in Texas, my friends and I would play everyday at recess and it is one of the reasons why the sport means so much to me. It connects millions of people all over the world.

In the last year or two, I have been working extra hard to get better. I was able to make the Washington state team, and a team that focuses on players getting recruited by colleges. Last season I led the league in goals and I had twice as much as the second highest goal scorer. I was really excited to started this season because we got into a harder league, but because of the virus it has been delayed a lot. We were finally able to play our first game last weekend, but we lost three to two. I was able to score and get an assist. It felt good to be back, but now my team has to work hard to get better.

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A spooky haunted house downtown will scare you so much you will never want to leave your room again. You will have nightmares for the rest of your life. But if you love clowns, skeletons, spider webs, blood, and you’re not afraid of the dark, this is the place for you! The cold breeze will hit you as you go through the dark haunted house and you will feel goosebumps on your arms and legs. You will walk through thin, white spider webs and feel the plush web on your skin as well as the tingle of spiders crawling all over your body. You wont be able to tell which of the spiders are real and deadly and which are fake, so beware of them all. So, you could either have a very deadly spider crawling on you or a fake one. You will never know.
 
As you go through the middle of the haunted house it will be very dark with some pockets of light to guide you. Soon you will see a group of haunted clowns start to come at you with chainsaws and weapons. Their smeared makeup as well as the blood dripping from different parts of their body is chilling. They threaten to kill you slowly while holding up a skeleton saying, "this will be you. The spiders and other insects will eat your flesh down to the bone".  They all say it in the same tone at the same exact time. The fear will make you want to go home immediately, you will be shivering from the adrenaline of being scared.

Near the end of the Haunted house you will see a lot of thick blood, almost like a pool of blood. You start to smell death and you look down and see dead bodies. A bunch of questions come to your mind such as “are these real dead people? Did the clowns kill them? Is the smell coming for the dead people?” You start to hear chainsaws again behind you this time and you turn and look around but can't see anything anymore—it’s pitch black everywhere but where you stand. The smell is still there and you feel it getting to your head. Then you see blood starting to drip down from your arm, there's a gash so deep you can see bone. "HEL-" you try to call for help but you drop down to the floor. Some people make it out alive, some don't. You didn't. Your ghost exits your body, and you see your corpse laying there with a cluster of spiders crawling all over you and eating your flesh. You scream but no one is around.

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| On a hot summer day me and my older cousin, Barrett met up at my grandparents place. And Barrett lives kind of far so when we do meet up its super fun and sometimes dumb but totally worth it. My grandparents house is built right next to this small river and there is tons and tons of mud all the time. So one day me and Barrett were waiting for the pool to fill up and that takes a couple hours so we were walking down by the creek messing with cat tails when we thought of the smart idea to just go play in the mud for a couple hours or however long we want to play in the mud.   Fast forward were just ankles deep just throwing some around then my cousin and I think, "lets see how far we can go in the mud" and how deep it gets. So were testing the mud one foot at a time and we find this stuff that’s kind of like quick sand in a way that it keeps you there pretty darn good when your in it. Magically my cousin gets like most of his leg stuck and I'm trying to pull him out. So I'm pulling him out and eventually I do pull him out but by that time were completely covered in mud and ill say this it doesn't smell the best.  So we come to the conclusion that were already covered in mud and we might as well stay here so we end up playing in the mud for like a hour and having a mud war like making mud clumps and throwing them at each other and at our hair and just having so much fun till we get all tired out. We clean up by spraying each other with a hose and screaming as the cold water shoots at our back and washes away all the mud.