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      <title>Three Scenes by SAMANTHA SCALA</title>
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      <pubDate>2020-09-22 12:41:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Fishing Trip</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The sun was just beginning to crawl up the horizon just as fast as things were going south for my family and I. Just hours before, we were preparing for a trip of a lifetime to the Tom's canyon 80 miles off shore. A loud noise emerges from the chamber beneath us making the whole boat jump. My uncle blurts out, ¨Thats not good¨ as the color drains from his face. Water starts rushing in engulfing the back of the boat. Immediatley, everyone starts scooping the water out with buckets, gallons after gallons. The thought of what could be lurking beneth us, waiting for a snack overtakes me. Just as the bow started tilting up I thought there was no saving us, but thankfully they were just getting it under control. It´s safe to say, I will not be near the ocean for quite some time </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-09-22 12:47:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>First day of Highschool</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>¨Have fun at your first day of highschool!¨ my mom exclaims as she unbuckles my seatbelt at the front of the school. My heart drops into my stomach as I walk to the front doors knowing todays not going to go well, I finally have to face them. The smell of new books fills the air along with teachers simling faces. I start walking aimlessly down a hallway thinking maybe things wont be so bad afterall, but then I was spotted. Lights too bright for my sensitive eyes shine onto me from the ceiling like I was the main character in a play. A whole group of mean faces was staring my way. Theres only one way to go down this hallway, you´ll let them think they got the best of you if you make the coward move of turning around I think to myself. As I continued, I could start to hear their whispers and derogatory terms directed at me. Well, this is highschool, I guess.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-09-24 18:28:37 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Turf </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The sky was as clear as my mind while I lay on the prickly turf beside my friend. Thoughts were rushing out of her mouth like a steady stream. For once, I felt like I truly understood someone and could listen to what she had to say all night. As the night progressed and our thoughts and ideas ot deeper, the turf began to dampen. The thought of the places we can go and who we were soon to become put grins across our faces. All of our other friends were staring at us from the bleachers confused what we were doing, but did not care enough to check in. Hours had felt like minutes. The stars were smiling back at us. In that moment I knew, I was not the only one who loved the stars.</div>]]></description>
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