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Glen woke up for work on a gloomy, Tuesday morning feeling very moody. It wasn’t something that made him mad, he just was moody. Glen didn’t want to get out of bed, but Glen’s boss Kendrick had very strict rules and told Glen on his first day of work that if he missed work, or was late to work three times, he would be fired. Glen had already missed work twice because he had the stomach flu, but this time there was no excuse for being late. Work at Dunkin Donuts started at 7:00 and Glen was supposed to pick up his friend Pat that worked with him at 6:50. Glen didn’t want to make Pat late too, but he just didn’t want to get out of bed. Finally five minutes later, Glen got out of bed and got ready as fast as he could because he really didn’t want Pat or him to lose his job. As Glen was leaving the house, he got a call from Pat. “Where have you been, I have been waiting for you to pick me up for 10,000 minutes ” said Pat. Glen felt really bad now and told Pat that he would be there in fiv

One day, a boy by the name of Paul Jacobs was wandering through the streets of New York with no destination. He stumbled upon an old antique shop and decided to walk in. The little shop had everything from suits of armor to dead squirrel. There had only been one person working at the store that day so the store seemed pretty quiet and empty. Paul wandered around and spotted some old fashioned weapons, but one of them really caught his eye. It was an old shiny rifle, He presumed it was from the civil war. Paul decided to get it as a decoration for his house. He brought it to the cash register and  standing there was a very mysterious old man. Paul carelessly dropped the gun on to the counter and suddenly heard a very loud noise. BANG! The gun had fired right at the old man, someone foolishly had left the gun loaded. Shame flowed through his body, he was in so much shock and didn't know what to do. He decided to drag the body out back and hide it in the dumpster. He was a bullet run

Diana's POV I watched Alexander walk out on stage with the biggest smile on his face. Right now I am standing backstage with my mom watching my brother go on x-factor. All of the sudden the music starts playing and words start coming out of his mouth. I really like his voice… Well more like love. I usually have him sing me to sleep every night even though I am 13. Let me introduce myself. My name is Diana and I am a 13 year old girl and I am the younger sister of Alexander Love, who is now trying out for x-factor. I have blue eyes and brunette hair and I stand at 5 feet exactly. I know that you are probably thinking, short? I know right. My dad left my family when Alexander and I were little little so now it is just us and our mom. I am not exactly popular at school. Kids will pick on me but Alexander always comes in to save me from them. He is the best brother I could ever ask for. He is also my best friend.The music then stops and the audience claps for him like crazy. The jud

Once upon a time, a baby girl was born whose name was Hazel. Hazel was born with bright blue, curious eyes, silky blonde hair, rosy and dimpled cheeks, and a smile that could reach across the ocean. She filled up the room with joy and her parents could not have been more delighted. Since her parents were the most respected, smartest people in town, it was a known fact Hazel would grow up to be just like them. Hazel’s brightly lit future took a detour when her parents brought her home from the hospital. She turned out to be a rather fussy baby. She was always crying, screaming, hyper, and very needy. Her parents could barely keep up with their jobs at the Naturgua University, teaching math and taking care of Hazel, so they hired a nanny. The nanny did the best she could to teach Hazel how to talk, so Hazel could start off smarter than other babies. Hazel couldn’t pick up on anything. Feeling hopeless, the nanny tried teaching the hyper baby how to walk. Hazel just kept on gigglin

My name is Jackson. I am 36 years old. I reside in Orlando, Florida, and I am the head of the biggest law firm in the nation. Some would call me a workaholic, but this is the norm for me. I get less than 5 hours of sleep. I don’t have time to do anything else without risking my job. The only thing I had going for me in my life was my job. I don’t have anything to love or hope for, anymore. All of my family members had been killed. I walk the streets afraid, because I know that there is someone out there who shot my family. When I was a teenager we were celebrating my sister coming home from the war and a man in a clown mask came into our house and shot everyone. The only reason I survived was because I was on my phone in my room. I had been in an argument with my parents about what we were having for dinner, so I got sent to my room. There hasn’t been a day that has passed by since where I didn’t hope that I had been in the family room with them. Not only that, but when I pray, I re

New York Becomes Reality It was a cold fall Monday in October. As Harper rode her bike home from school through a sea of orange and red trees, she could hear the leaves crunching beneath the wheels. On the way, she decided to stop and get a scoop of ice cream from the local ice cream shop. Harper usually went to get ice cream on Friday nights with her friends, but she felt like she needed something to refresh her before going home and doing a million pages of homework. Harper walked into the freezing cold, brightly colored ice cream shop and the man behind the counter smiled and cheerfully said “Hello, what can I get for you today?” “I’ll have a single scoop of mint chocolate chip in a waffle cone please,” she replied. As the man scooped her ice cream, Harper walked over to the bulletin board in the back to see if there were any upcoming events or any interesting advertisements. One specific sign seemed to be calling her name . It said “New York City” in bold black lette