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I'm tossing and turning its 6am and my alarm goes off. I shut it off and know in 30 minutes it will go off and again and I will roll over like i'm a zombie and turn it off and decide if I want to get up or wait until 7am to get up. 99% of the time I’m turning it off and waiting until 7 to get up. Its 7am I roll out of bed and fix my face up to express my beauty and sometimes make me look like the sun. It’s now about 7:40am and my sister is rushing me out of the house...so I’m running out of the house like a rocket flying to space but always remembering to yell I love you mom before closing the door.  I jump in the car and take off for school but I can’t forget to mention the insane car ride to school with my sister. We pull up to school and the day has switched from being insanely crazy to insanely boring. I make it through the day and head to the room I call the home away from home… the wrestling room. I get in there tie the laces on my shoes and count down the seconds until practice starts, count down the seconds until I push myself to be better, a better wrestler a better person and to prove to the people that had no confidence in me that I can do it. And I do I make it through some of the hardest practices and still want to come back the next day. Then I go home from practice and finally get to relax

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I'm tossing and turning its 6am and my alarm goes off. I shut it off and know in 30 minutes it will go off and again and I will roll over like i'm a zombie and turn it off and decide if I want to get up or wait until 7am to get up. 99% of the time I’m turning it off and waiting until 7 to get up. Its 7am I roll out of bed and fix my face up to express my beauty and sometimes make me look like the sun. It’s now about 7:40am and my sister is rushing me out of the house...so I’m running out of the house like a rocket flying to space but always remembering to yell I love you mom before closing the door.  I jump in the car and take off for school but I can’t forget to mention the insane car ride to school with my sister. We pull up to school and the day has switched from being insanely crazy to insanely boring. I make it through the day and head to the room I call the home away from home… the wrestling room. I get in there tie the laces on my shoes and count down the seconds until practice starts, count down the seconds until I push myself to be better, a better wrestler a better person and to prove to the people that had no confidence in me that I can do it. And I do I make it through some of the hardest practices and still want to come back the next day. Then I go home from practice and finally get to relax

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My alarm goes off, I roll over and decide whether or not to get up. Its 7 am and I finally decide to get out of bed. I put my hair up and throw on some clothes, fix my face with some makeup and start my gorgeous car. It’s as cold as Antarctica outside and my car is frozen over. I get the scraper out and start to scrape off the ice from my car windows. My sister finally comes out of the house dressed all fancy looking like the sun. We jam out to music on our drive to school and suddenly the happiness ends, we’re in the parking lot. The day is usually a dull blur because nothing exciting ever happens at Elma High School. I eat some snacks during flex and forget to pick up my sister from her classes. Yes, I’m a terrible sister, but I’m also in two college classes that go till the bell rings sometimes. But hopefully, by the end of the day, my sister isn’t mad at me anymore. The bell rings, it’s 3:00 pm and I finally get to go home and watch Spartacus on Netflix with my mom. After a few episodes, my mom gets up to make dinner. She made meatloaf! The night is made and I’m happy with my day. It’s 12 am and I decide it’s probably time to go to sleep.

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When I wake up in the morning I normally check my cell phone. After that I will sometimes get up go to the kitchen to have a nice cup of Joe, hot like fire.  if I wake up on time I or my mother will make breakfast for who is in the house. She is normally not home all day though even when I wake up, that is why I am the one to wake up my sister in the morning. If it is not already made then I will make it. I will usually start to play music around then, and I will take a shower. Get ready for the day, and pick an outfit out to go to school. School sometimes can be a drag, some days are better than others. I feel like this second semester will be the easiest compared to all year. But it is a lot of work normally. I start the day off with Digital photography, have been in there for two years now. And that is super easy, one of my easiest classes besides Psychology. Lunch is the best part of the day so is dinner. Well anytime to eat is great.  After school, I will normally drive to my best friends house to see her and the family.

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When I wake up in the morning I normally check my cell phone. After that I will sometimes get up go to the kitchen to have a nice cup of Joe, hot like fire.  if I wake up on time I or my mother will make breakfast for who is in the house. She is normally not home all day though even when I wake up, that is why I am the one to wake up my sister in the morning. If it is not already made then I will make it. I will usually start to play music around then, and I will take a shower. Get ready for the day, and pick an outfit out to go to school. School sometimes can be a drag, some days are better than others. I feel like this second semester will be the easiest compared to all year. But it is a lot of work normally. I start the day off with Digital photography, have been in there for two years now. And that is super easy, one of my easiest classes besides Psychology. Lunch is the best part of the day so is dinner. Well anytime to eat is great.  After school, I will normally drive to my best friends house to see her and the family.

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Life as a gamer. Being a gamer is like George Washington fighting in the Revolution war. The games were speaking to me and saying they were a piece of cake. The games said they were great guy to get to know. Sometimes we have days where we have too much going on.  As a gamer you wake up get dress and go to your system. You then look for a game that interests you and you start playing tell you have everything completed. You feel like a kite on any shoot games. Stay on the system all the time but get up to use the restroom and for food. Stay up till 5 in the morning play the game. When people play games they feel like they are in control of their lives. Gamer"s have multiple lives. Why not be a gamer and just live different lives. Being a gamer is the best idea to do ever. Games are gamer"s lives and gamer"s are games lives. Gamers love to just eat, drink, and to play games which is a current gamer"s life. Everyone could be a gamer just get a system and play a life like a gamer and have fun.

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This is a life of a cyclist doing the STP. Waking at 3 A.M. stumbling around trying to get my clothes on. Making a food for the long journey ahead. Telling myself it's going to be fine, but with a hurt knee and back. The ride is going to be hell, just like wrestling practice. When we leave the outside air is cold, though I know I’ll be drowning in sweat from the blazing hot son. I will be riding like I’m Lance Armstrong up and down the hills. Now it's 5 A.M. We went off our journey for the long haul. 3 or so hours in, my knee is starting to bother me. The sun is now starting to beating sun rays at us. As we continued to track on, more trouble is building up with me. My back and knee pain just keep on rising. The hills are getting bigger and longer. 8 hours in, we just got into Oregon with about at least 5 to 6 hours to go. The miles keep mounting up, more, and more. But keep moving pounding at the miles with the might we have. The night is falling from the sky. With that we can see Portland, though happy to see it. And finished with time to spare. I was disappointed with myself because i should have gone faster and harder. Soon I will do this ride again, and finish with my head held high.

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This is the daily routine of a bball playa in high school. I wake up at 7 am, and getting out of bed feels like the worst the thing in the world. I swear im a snail in the morning cause I take forever to get ready. I wait tell 7:45 to actually get ready. When i go out the door of my house I already want to go back and not go to school. School starts at 8:24 am and the rest of the school day, feels like it takes a million years. After school i have basketball practice. I love to practice basketball, but the running part of practice is the worst. We run so much as if we are cheetahs. At practice we bounce the basketball of the backboard to get rebounds. Dead in the middle of practice coach decides to run us so we can die a little more. Then we go back, to practice our offensive plays. Of course at the end of practice coach has us run even more. After basketball practice, I go home, eat, take a shower, and go to bed to prepare for the same day the next morning. This is normally my day everyday.

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This is the life of a basketball player. What storms then shook the ocean of my sleep. A deafening alarm clock that screams like an old man stubbing his toe. 5.A.M. No breakfast, only grit. Knowing that C squad practice isn’t mandatory. Thus bad begins but worse remains behind. 5.P.M. I dribble with two balls to warm up my hands. Then transitions to shooting drills. The net says hi to me as the ball goes in the bucket. The buzzer horns. An intimidating voice screams out “ To the baseline!” My legs begins to cry, calories are ready to burn and my mentality is starting to drop. But this all leads to development and perseverance. Game days are like a combination of razor blades and lemon juice. Being vertically challenged at the varsity level is very challenging but yet really fun. They judge a book by its cover. Two dribble moves and he’s on the ground. He couldn’t stand up against my dribbling abilities. Also shooting shots like a snowman on a sunny day. Jumper is wet like a koala taking a bath. All of this leads to being very fatigued. As I signal a secret call by tapping my head to coach for a break, he nods back and sends a sub. It wasn’t for me though.

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Ball,Ball,Ball_Ball is a part of life_Sometimes practice can be fun and nice_But can impale into my side like a knife_Run,Run,Run_Something that is reccuring_That makes your sight go Blurring_And keep your stomach sturring_Grit,Grit,Grit_This is something you have to want_If you’re mad go home and throw a fit_don't want that on the court so keep your head or quit_Apt,Apt,Apt_If you put your mind to it you can do it_If you give up, it can feel like you got sacked_But get up and try again_Game,Game,Game_This is a skill that could bring fame_But if you fail it could bring critism_It can be a 50/50 you have to tame_Mind,Mind,Mind_It's A mental game, you need to be smart_Sometimes people with this trait can be hard to find_Some have pure skill but no mind_Done,Done,Done_Through even the thick and thin looking back it was still fun_Cause the wax skills i wouldn't learn anywhere else_This experience will have to wait till next year_END,END,END,END

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This is a life of a teenage girl. My alarm goes on , I open my eyes but I just lay in bed thinking and asking myself if it’s even worth getting up? Sometimes I feel like it’s not. All these thoughts in my head and time is passing by and I look at the time , I have 15 minutes before I have to leave for school .I leave.I start the car and wait for it to warm up a bit,while waiting I try to think positive things and tell myself “it will all be worth it at the end’’.I get to school, seeing all these other people makes me wonder if  they go through the same thing I’m go through , do they have problems? Do they feel like everything they do isn’t enough? Because sometimes I feel like I’m the only one struggling, not just at school but with life. At times I feel like the world and society is against me and feel like i'm just suffocating. Yes, I do try my best but at times that doesn’t seem to be enough.I go to every class just like everyone else, sitting in a class the second bell is about to ring I see kids coming in and going to there seats.The teacher is trying to talk no one listens, kids are moving around like if they could do whatever they want, the teacher is acting like they can’t hear so they just ignore it and not saying anything at all but once they notice someone different from the others they get in trouble.

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In the morning I wake to a screeching alarm. I lay in my bed, staring at my grey-ish black ceiling and contemplate falling back asleep and never again waking. After a time of doing this, I look at my phone, 5:30 A.M. I think to myself how awful this is, everyday the same uneventful thing. All I want to do is work, so I feel some sort of worth. I finally get out of bed, 6:30. I need to get ready for school. I plead with my parents not to make me go, today they don’t give in to my pleading. I start off for my walk in the blistering cold, wondering how close this is to a day in Siberia. I get to school, do the bare minimum to get by and barely pay attention to anyone or anything. I get home and try my hardest to get inebriated. Then I go back to bed in the bleak blackness of my room.

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I guess my life can be interesting at times. I lift weights, play sports and like the outdoors. I enjoy camping and the smell of the outdoors while quad riding. I also love to work out. It helps me get through the day by waking me up and getting my fitness for the day, gettin yoked. Lower body workouts are my favorite time of the week. When I work out almost everything from my mind is clear, it’s kinda like a therapy for me. I also enjoy playing sports. Basketball is one of my favorite sports and is fun. It’s my church I guess.  When I play in a game it’s a rush of excitement from offense to defense just like Westbrook. I sometimes concentrate too hard on the game and kinda zone everything out. For me sports are sufficient, help my for success, and are super fun. Sports is also a mentor for me, speaks to me to strive in everything I do. These help me reflect on myself by showing me how much I’ve improved on my skills and my mentality and physicality. This is how my life can be exciting and fun sometimes even though I’m really boring. 

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I guess my life can be interesting at times. I lift weights, play sports and like the outdoors. I enjoy camping and the smell of the outdoors while quad riding. I also love to work out. It helps me get through the day by waking me up and getting my fitness for the day, gettin yoked. Lower body workouts are my favorite time of the week. When I work out almost everything from my mind is clear, it’s kinda like a therapy for me. I also enjoy playing sports. Basketball is one of my favorite sports and is fun. It’s my church I guess.  When I play in a game it’s a rush of excitement from offense to defense just like Westbrook. I sometimes concentrate too hard on the game and kinda zone everything out. For me sports are sufficient, help my for success, and are super fun. Sports is also a mentor for me, speaks to me to strive in everything I do. These help me reflect on myself by showing me how much I’ve improved on my skills and my mentality and physicality. This is how my life can be exciting and fun sometimes even though I’m really boring. 

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This is my life as a student. I woke up from my sleep that i was enjoying not wanting to get out of it. I managed to get up and go take a shower and get ready to leave for the place i very much despise. When i got to the school the air wind was wistling like a train was going by. I made it into the building and went down to workout and because i was so tired the weight felt like a million pounds. When i went to first the weather was as cold as the Baltic Sea. I went into my art class knowing i can’t draw but the class must be done. I then went to my second period learning about a bunch of dead people in the war and in that class i took a test and it was a piece of cake. I went to my core class and had nothing to do it made each second feel like a minuted. After core i went to my math class were i try but always end up wanting to fall asleep. Lunch was next but since i am on a diet i dont exactly enjoy it as much. Well I got on my phone to play Clash of Clans to clash the creative clans. I then went to my weight class were i lifted weights.then i went to chemistry were the class was a lot of nothing going on. I then went to my final class english and all i can think about is it is the last period of the day. That is the life of a student and as you can see it is not fun at all.

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This is the life of a 16 year old boy who forced to go to school. 8 am. Just waking up just in time to make it to school 10 minutes late. Feeling dead , first period goes by slow so take a nap to get ready for 2nd. That’s when start to wake up and ball up. Core comes around but normally skip that and roam the halls, 3rd period i don’t get and math makes me wanna quit, 4th goes by and never can learn any espanol , then get filled up at lunch then make my way to 5th which mostly consist of watching history movies,finally there’s sixth which is kinda a dificult, because best teacher wenzel always keeps us working.

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I wake up early in the mornin feelin like crap. I walk out of my house but grab the kodiak before i do. I fire up the toyota and wake everyone up and make my mom mad. I skip school to go drive in the woods and shoot stuff, but every dumb gate is locked. So i drive around the gate. Not even ten minutes into the woods i see a squirrel run up the tree. Like lightning i stick the gun out the window and shoot it. The squirrel looked at me and waved and then blows in half and its front have stays in the tree. I like dunkin doughnuts and fun dip. It is going to be clear skies today, so i keep on driving and put a topper in. I am earl dibbles jr. of fun snus dippin. Just kidding i never skip school but the squirrel part really happen and it was funny. Occasionally i drive up to new market with a fat fun dip in and go work on cars. And then i go over to Andrews and eat all his food, he has good food all the time.

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When i wake up in the morning i normally check my cell phone which is normally dead like my speaker too so ill plug it in. After that i will sometimes get up go to the kitchen to have a nice cup of coffee creamy,and tastes like french vanilla much like the coffee from bean bags its like coffee speaks to me in the morning. I will usually start to play music around then, and i will take a shower. Get ready for the day and pick an outfit out to go to school. School sometimes can be a drag, some days are better than others. A lot of work normally. After school i will normally drive to my best friends house to see her. shes the best of best friends.

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The life of your typical teenager. Rolling around in bed until my legs hint to me they want to awake, which sometimes is never. Forcing myself to pull my body from in between the sheets. As soon as my legs hit the cool floor it’s as if I feel the ache starting in my head from the many homework assignments and loss of sleep. I walk into the bathroom to look in the mirror and see the purple bags under my eyes slightly lightening from the eye cream that sulks over night on my skin. Oh how I hope someday they go away, as well as the stress that sinks into my bones. I begin to brush my teeth and wash my face praying that at some point the acne leaves my face. As I start to put on my makeup I am lead to believe that this is a way to cover my problems. Although reality hits and I begin to understand that all this is temporary. The people that fill the halls at school are people that I’ll most likely bump into at the store, or on the streets. These are not the people that will forever fill my life. Looking at everything from a positive perspective is the hardest, yet most beneficial characteristic a person could carry. I don’t believe that Emily Dickinson had that outlook on life. As I move to my hair the stress begins to leave my body. Not everything you endure in high school defines you.

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I wake to unfathomable darkness. The silence is overbearing. A loud ringing cuts through the darkness turns my skull into a drum set for what felt like an eternity I search for the cause. Then as sudden as it starts it ends. I return to silence. I refuse to move from the darkness. As i drift back to the abyss the the ringing starts again. I sit for more time than what seems possible. I force myself to the source of the ringing to find my phone. Such a small device yet it holds so much power over me. I silence it. The light fills the room like a flood. Five o’clock. I drag myself to the kitchen only to realise my lack of coffee. I blink for but a moment and hours had passed i sit at a table surrounded by the same people i sit around every day. My gaze drifts towards the clock. eight o’clock. I sigh and put my head down to try to ignore the immense pain in my head. No music, no coffee. My dependance on these things makes me desperate to stop the pain. I close my eyes to try to sleep. I open them again my vision is hasey i’m at a different table surrounded by different people. I desperately squint at the clock. One o’clock. They speak and I don’t listen. The pain. It’s worse than i could imagine. I block out the world and drift off. I snap to attention. Sitting in front of a computer. I feel lost. I look again at the clock. Two thirty. I’m ready to scream the pain in my skull feels like the knife cutting through caesar. I drag myself to three and leave as soon as possible. I speed home to walk through the door and collapse where I stand. I awake again to the darkness with the ringing cutting through the silence and groan as i know the days will repeat.

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I wake up in the morning feeling like p-diddy. I take a shower and sing to all my favorite songs. I put on all my favorite clothes. Then I make great food for having fun. My morning is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get. My mornings a box of chocolates. I feed my dogs, he cries when i’m coming to feed him because he missed me. Then me and colin drive to tumwater.I blew up my car and now it knocks like someone knocks on a door. I show up at the high school and get ripped in weights. Then I go through history and english. I run after school, I run like the wind. Then I tell colin jokes and I think i’m punny. The I have to go to wrestling practice. I am the Jordan Burroughs of Elma. The I eat a high protein dinner. Then I do my boring homework if I have any, but usually I don’t do it. I hang out for a bit then get in bed and rap up like a cocoon. I sit on my phone for awhile then tell all my girlfriend’s goodnight. This is my day.

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My day starts of with my waking up and regretting waking up. I don’t like going to school but i have to. I look out my window and frown at the sun while it’s smiling back at me. I go and take a shower as hot as a sauna. I get out and go get dressed then start my truck because it’s frozen like a Popsicle in the morning.then i get in my truck and turn on the radio and rock out like the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Then i go to boring school all day. Then third period weights my favorite class my second is history the stuff is almost as old as our teacher. Today in weights i did a bench workout that killed my arms. But time is a thief so the class went by as fast as lightning. Then the rest of school is boring but when the school day is over my fun day begins...almost. When i go home i have to do the dishes and do my homework and my laundry. Then at four-thirty i have to pick my sister up from after school. Then i come home and rest. I play on my Xbox or hangout with friends until i come home for dinner. Then i brush my teeth take a shower and go to sleep ready to start tomorrow when i wake up.

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I am an angry teenager. I am one so discombobulated that they can't seem to properly write about their day. Its like you think I live to cater to all your needs. In fact, I do not. Waiting ten minutes in this swamp is not long for your silly need. God help you if we call your school. Should of just screamed at your idiotic comment. I will never again have “the pleasure of serving you”. This experience was as painful as nails on a chalkboard. In all honesty I hope your school expels you because dogs aren't allowed in school. Slithering snake swinging slimily around is what you are. You must feel like God or something with your high and mighty, to good for this attitude. You must think the world is your stage. But sir, you have truly ruined my day. If you were to ask me about my day, I can obviously state this one thing clearly. It’s gone about as bad as an episode of “Monk”. Even after a twenty minute back to my home of all homes, I still am frazzled beyond repair. Can you blame me? With the level of disrespect I have gone through? As the Neighborhood once said “Rip to my youth” since I have spent it dealing with ignorant and impatient people like you.

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This is the life of a working mom. 4 AM. I have two beasties in bed with me. The kicking into my stomach feels like nails being hammered into my side.  Oh, it might be a sunny day. I see the light peeking out of the trees.  I wander alone throughout the house trying to find some food, some coffee, and my clothes. The tiredness of my bones creep up on me. I could go back to bed and stay forever. I must not wake the kids. I think about life, the lights around the living room and languish in the reality that I must go to work. The children get dressed. They eat. We leave……

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As I lay in bed I wonder. I wonder what will I wear for the next day. I wonder if it is really worth it to look like the rest of the people who come to this school. Is it really that worth it? No. Not at all.

As the dark creeps up on me pulling me down closer and closer to sleep, I think of my final thought. There are probably thousands of people in my school who try way too much. I go to sleep. The next morning I’m waking up feeling like a beast, rather than Belle. My cradle is roasting, but the second I get off my bed it's like my room is the arctic. My sister clearly likes it ice cold but I much rather have it nice and cozy. I sit at my vanity and think to myself, makeup or no make-up? No make-up. I look at my clothes and grab the first big sweatshirt and cozy sweats I see. I know I’m going to a school and not a fashion show, so what's the point of looking good. I’ve told myself millions of time I can learn no matter how I look. I get to school go about my day, talk to only the people who I really trust, because you never know who the snakes are in the school. I’m always piled with homework and it just never seems to end. Once it’s time to sleep I lay in bed and wonder. When will this all end?

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This is the life of a 16 year old. 7 A.M. I wake up feeling lazy as a dog. I sit up on my bed, get a stretch in, then get up walk to the bathroom brush my teeth and wash my face. I then walk back to my room brush my hair and get dressed. After I’m done getting ready, I walk out my front door to my car, start it up and sit there for it to warm up. When my car is warmed up, I then reverse out of the driveway, and drive my depressing self to school. School is where I get to soar like an Elma Eagle. Though some days throw me off, I still try and function. I start my day off in English class. I sit there in silence on a computer and do classroom assignments. When English class is over I move onto Leadership class, where I learn how to communicate with others and learn how to make my school a better place. Then I move onto AP History class. In history I sit in the back with one friend and listen to the other students having their opinions in what they think is right. After all of that I move onto a lunch break, I sit with my group and talk about how half of our day is going so far. When lunch is over I go to Yearbook Class and edit the yearbook for students about what happened throughout the year. I then move to Spanish class, and learn a different language. Last but not least I finish my day off with Math. This is the life of me. I soar everyday of the life of an Elma Eagle.

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Story of the average student. Waking at seven. I cannot wake without a shower but must awake to shower. I leave home last second, fast like a snake lunges for prey. School grinds on just as glaciers do rocks consistently. Hunger grows to the point i could eat a horse. Distant dishes disappear. Math mocks me like an old foe come back with new vigor. Lunch is a friend seen and passed as fast as it had shown itself. Even with the start of my favorite class my mood is unaltered. Day in day out same thing, people, and interactions. Only a slightly different topic of discussion. We all experience this yes? Winter is dull and summertime fun is looming closer. School almost over i grow tired. I think how much longer till its over?The school day ends with people who cant drive trying to exit. Knowing that you have homework to do at home but never even attempting it. Always finishing at the last possible second. Parents nag but sleep comes closer. Its finally time to sleep but i put it off. I know when i sleep i will restart the cycle. The cycle of being an average student with another average day.

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Story of the average student. Waking at seven. I cannot wake without a shower but must awake to shower. I leave home last second, fast like a snake lunges for prey. School grinds on just as glaciers do rocks consistently. Hunger grows to the point i could eat a horse. Distant dishes disappear. Math mocks me like an old foe come back with new vigor. Lunch is a friend seen and passed as fast as it had shown itself. Even with the start of my favorite class my mood is unaltered. Day in day out same thing, people, and interactions. Only a slightly different topic of discussion. We all experience this yes? Winter is dull and summertime fun is looming closer. School almost over i grow tired. I think how much longer till its over?The school day ends with people who cant drive trying to exit. Knowing that you have homework to do at home but never even attempting it. Always finishing at the last possible second. Parents nag but sleep comes closer. Its finally time to sleep but i put it off. I know when i sleep i will restart the cycle. The cycle of being an average student with another average day.

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This is the life of a twisted spine. Wake up 5 AM, trying to get up but being held down by the beasts on top of me sprawled out taking over. I’m alone… the cell is empty. Constantly parents watching my every move. Pain shooting up my spine. At dance I am held down constantly by the attitude of another dark figure. She throws an attitude I throw it right back at. I refuse to be treated that way. I guess i’m just the stereotypical fireball. Dance is just more pain. School is often the worse part. All the sitting putting pressure on the spine. The pain feels like a never ending rock slide. Going to the doctor is even worse. When I walked in he make me twist around like a pretzel until I tap out, i’m done. I'm told I have a 28-30 degree curvature. The no faced man tells me I will have never ending pain. Mom begins to cry, blaming herself, telling herself that she is a horrible mom for not catching it sooner. I look at the no faced man he tells me no sport’s for the fear of more injury. There’s nothing he can do now. My face drops and hunch back over. I refuse to give the note. Why me? Why are me constantly being held down by fear?

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I awaken to a blaring siren in my head. Violently my eyes open, my head turned. My hand shot out like a bullet striking the button of snooze. Peace at last. I shed away the covers from my body, and awaken muscles long asleep. A yawn escapes my lips as I shiver from the morning chill. I balanced on unsteady feet as I trod towards the wardrobe seeking something to keep the cold from me. Covered at last, My balance restored to a better level I walk out of the den which I reside In. Light hits my eyes stinging them, My pupils dilating to compensate for the new brightness. My eyes slammed shut and I hold there waiting to recover from this new shock. Once I regain My vision I head towards the bathroom to ready myself for the day. Sleep still present around my eyes as the cereal falls towards my bowl. Slowly I eat, mentally preparing for the day ahead. Once finished I shuffle out the door into the biting cold of the washington winter morning. Walking more confidently, I near the metal stallion with the power of 300 horses and the engine awakens with a roar. Rolling out of the driveway I make my way towards my daily prison. Rinse and repeat.

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This is a life of teenager.3am awake to my heart pounding running as the world seems to be dead around me. Silence as my breath is all i hear like iḿ the only one alive. I come home and arrive to what seems like a happy place but is surrounded by tension.I get ready for a day that seems to repeat itself over and over again. For when i arrive to school the day seems to be a drag. Looking around as if iḿ the only one lost in my own world. The school smirking  as everyone continues with the same routine the same boring day by day play. As if were its dolls listening and obeying everything we're told so that we could possible become what we want to be. The days over as i walk outside taking in the fresh air like i've never breathed before. When i arrive home i dread the hours of homework that´s supposed to make me better in life. After that i eat a meal as my house turns silent. Then off to bed i go hoping for something better tomorrow. I awake to the screaming alarm telling me today is gonna be the same…...

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This is a life of teenager.3am awake to my heart pounding running as the world seems to be dead around me. Silence as my breath is all i hear like iḿ the only one alive. I come home and arrive to what seems like a happy place but is surrounded by tension.I get ready for a day that seems to repeat itself over and over again. For when i arrive to school the day seems to be a drag. Looking around as if iḿ the only one lost in my own world. The school smirking  as everyone continues with the same routine the same boring day by day play. As if were its dolls listening and obeying everything we're told so that we could possible become what we want to be. The days over as i walk outside taking in the fresh air like i've never breathed before. When i arrive home i dread the hours of homework that´s supposed to make me better in life. After that i eat a meal as my house turns silent. Then off to bed i go hoping for something better tomorrow. I awake to the screaming alarm telling me today is gonna be the same…...

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This is the life of me. I wake up feeling like a bucket of dung. I walk out of my room to my screaming banshee of a sister, man siblings are great. I go back in my room and lay back down and it's like my bed is hugging me trying to get me to go back to bed. I close my eyes and see Dustin Pedroia taking a ground ball and making to game winning throw to home to get the guy out. The ball bounces hitting Boston's catcher brutally. The palm of his hand was laced with the laces of the ball. It reminded me of when Shane Ryan threw a ball from center field to me at home and the kid tried to run me over and still be safe, he got ejected. We won that game and had to run the next day. I open my eyes and realize i have to go to school, so i close my eyes and sleep some more. And this time i'm at state tied score bottom of the 9th 2 outs and bases loaded and I’m up to bat. I watch the ball leave his had and it's moving as slow as molasses. Then i wake up and go to school and still don't know what happened.

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This is the story of a teenage boy. At 4 AM i rise and shamble like a zombie. Gliding towards the shower. I stand in the water that burns like a thousand suns. I then dry off and go lay back down and sleep for a bit longer. I get up at six to wake up my stubborn sleeping sisters. I then eat breakfast before laying on couch till 7:12. I then walk down my long driveway. I wait for my bus in the frosty bite of the cold. Once my bus arrives i go and sit in the back seat and sleep or try to. I sit in the metal prison for an hour waiting to be dropped off. After im dropped off I go eat and go to my first period. Where im forced to write words. I then go to second period where i sit staring at a computer for an hour. I then go to Intro To Engineering Design where im making a train on the computer. I then go to lunch and eat the slop they call food. After lunch i go to my fourth period which i get to use computers for editing. Then fifth i sit around writing notes about the past. Sixth period though is my favorite class, funny kids cool teacher, and a whole lot of fun usually. I then go home and sleep or play my Xbox.

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This is a life of a happy teenager girl. Every morning I wake up at 6:00am ready to start a new day, I pick out my clothes for school and my clothes for my tough, strong 2 hour practice. I need pick the correct clothes for school to impress all the sweet and intelligentboys at school, after my relaxing shower I pull my wet hair back (or down just depending on the day). I then cake my face with mascara and lotion on my face. Once i'm ready to by 7:00pm I grab my gym bag and backpack and say goodbye to my parents and start my journey to my bus stop. Once i’m on the bus there is no turning back now, as I sit on the bus I prepare myself for the exciting and un whiny people at my school. I don’t mind listening to people to their problems but its everyday that people are like this and thats is always being mournful. Once I get to school I drop my bag off and walk to my locker, as I walk by I look around and I notice the people around. The people around here are so depressed and hating the idea of being at this place called school. These people are always down on themselves, but how would I understand them i’m not always down. But I just carry on with myself and greet my bestfriends. I’m the type of person that is friends with everyone but I really don’t have a gang of my own. At the end of school it’s time for my crazy, strong 2 hour practice. Sometimes I feel like i'm holding the team back because i’m not fast enough, but that's not going to stop me from playing this sport. Once I get home and do everything I need to do it's time for bed. Every Night I lay in bed and just think on how life could be worse, but it's not because I don’t want my life to be miserable. So I just smile and be ready for a fight because i'm not going down without a fight.

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The life of a wrestler.. Waking up at the butt crack of dawn. Running running and running. Running until my body feels dead. Going to school and waiting for practice to start, apathetic for practice to start. Practice is hard everyday, it's always a struggle. Wrestling practice is the hardest thing in the world. People throwin up from pushing themselves to their limits. Blood, sweat and tears all over the mat. But everybody in that wrestling room strives, they strive for greatness, they strive to go to state and get a plaque on that wall. But to get there you have to be tougher than nails. Before tournaments everybody's cutting weight, running in layers of clothes, looking like they just got out of a sauna from sweating so much. Then you weigh in. Everybody's in a weight line, all the wrestlers looking as skinny as toothpick. After weigh ins you eat, and you eat like you’ve never ate before. Then you wrestle your heart out for 6 minutes or less on that mat. 

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The life of a wrestler.. Waking up at the butt crack of dawn. Running running and running. Running until my body feels dead. Going to school and waiting for practice to start, apathetic for practice to start. Practice is hard everyday, it's always a struggle. Wrestling practice is the hardest thing in the world. People throwin up from pushing themselves to their limits. Blood, sweat and tears all over the mat. But everybody in that wrestling room strives, they strive for greatness, they strive to go to state and get a plaque on that wall. But to get there you have to be tougher than nails. Before tournaments everybody's cutting weight, running in layers of clothes, looking like they just got out of a sauna from sweating so much. Then you weigh in. Everybody's in a weight line, all the wrestlers looking as skinny as toothpick. After weigh ins you eat, and you eat like you’ve never ate before. Then you wrestle your heart out for 6 minutes or less on that mat. 

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This is is the life of a basketball player. Practice is like going to school I know it sucks but I need to do it. The basketball is a bird flying through the air. It feels like centuries until I get to play. As I shoot I can see the backboard smiling at me. I know if i make a mistake I will sit out the rest of the quarter so the pressure is on. But in basketball everyone throws a bad pass but i’m the only one to blame. Even michael Jordan threw a bad pass or two in his time. So why am I the only one to sit on the bench when I make one bad pass everyone does it. I could do some many things right and not get noticed but as soon as i do something wrong everyone seems to be watching. There is multiple people on teams that make mistakes and don’t get in trouble but then there’s that one player one mistake and they’re out no matter how much good they’ve done for the team. The season has almost come to an end, there will be no more stress of getting a pass or a play right i won’t have to worry about being liked anymore.

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This is is the life of a basketball player. Practice is like going to school I know it sucks but I need to do it. The basketball is a bird flying through the air. It feels like centuries until I get to play. As I shoot I can see the backboard smiling at me. I know if i make a mistake I will sit out the rest of the quarter so the pressure is on. But in basketball everyone throws a bad pass but i’m the only one to blame. Even michael Jordan threw a bad pass or two in his time. So why am I the only one to sit on the bench when I make one bad pass everyone does it. I could do some many things right and not get noticed but as soon as i do something wrong everyone seems to be watching. There is multiple people on teams that make mistakes and don’t get in trouble but then there’s that one player one mistake and they’re out no matter how much good they’ve done for the team. The season has almost come to an end, there will be no more stress of getting a pass or a play right i won’t have to worry about being liked anymore.

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This is the life of a human. I wake up in the morning. Oh, how annoyed i am. The sound of my uncle's voice saying “time to get up” like nails on a chalkboard.  After lying in bed for 15 minutes contemplating whether or not school is worth it or if i should just drop out. I finally get up. I get into the shower, the hot water weighing heavy on my head.  Now i'm off to beat my face. I beat it, beat it, beat it till i don't look like godzilla. Now that i look a little less rough I throw on some cloths and walk out of my room, down the hall dragging my feet not wanting to walk out of the door. I get into the car thinking about seeing all of the people i don't like when I walk in the door at elma high school. It is not a great day to be an eagle. I arrive at the school, the doors looking sad as always. I walk into the doors and my day instantly get worse. I go to all of my classes, hating everyone of the more and more. Finally 3:00 and my day gets better, walking out of the doors thinking about the fact the fact that i have to do this all again tomorrow. And my day is bad again.

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Everyday i wake up at 5 o'clock. I go for a 2 ½ mile run, oh i love to run. When I get back I take a hot shower, and start getting ready for school. I get dressed, shave, style my hair, and get all of my school supplies ready. I leave my house at 7:35 and wait at the bus stop. When the bus arrives at my stop I get on and have to wait 10 min for people to find a seat. I get to school and go straight to the weight room where I do 100 push ups and practice my pull ups. After I workout I go and get my breakfast. I eat it then go to my 1st period class which is English, always stuck next to my amazingly annoying Aaron. After English I go to 2nd period which is Choir. After Choir is flex. Then I go to 3rd period which is photography class. Then I go to 4th period which is Weights. After weights is 5th period which is US History. After US History I go to 6th period which is Math. After school I wait for my bus to arrive, which is always at least 15 min. late. When my bus arrives I get on. The bus is always so very loud like a bunch of hyenas. When I get home I do my homework I might play a game on my xbox for an hour or two or I might go for a ride in my car which talks to me. Or listen to some pink floyd. Then when the sun goes down I go for another 2 ½ mile run. I get home eat my dinner usually hamburgers, I eat a lot. Food is heavenly. then I go to bed at 9:00 and start my day all over again.

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Broken slumber is a broken mirror. Awakened to nothing only to go back to sleeping like a log to only repeat again- The bed eats my dreams every time I awake-

The partial placidity is plentiful in the peon prime-

Like that one time in Star Wars after Darth Vader dies- he sees the ghost of my father-

The pungent sickly smell burns the proletariat’s eyes

“Do not fear that who owns all but nothing”

The excruciating lecture lasted eons and left him retreating-

Serenity rescued at the last moment from the hand of agitation-

To repeat-

Repeat-

Walking up a downwards escalator

Wishing he had taken an elevator

Never more shall he be sure-

about his microwave linear accelerator

Left eating cold pears-

North or south:

The American civil war

Slumber broken as a mirror- Sleeping like a log to become awake and immense-

Chitter chatter hollow sentiments of hate- to repeat

Repeat-

Like a dream gone as quick as I come to-

A collector of internal revenue-

Stacking pennies, not cheap-

What paradoxical sleep

Again the shattered mirror is broken by slumber- The breadwinner is berated-

Leaving us all, perturbed, flustered but tranquil, frustrated-but luckily uncastrated -

What sleep-