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Jeannie woke to the sound of the alarm. Morning like autumn had come too early. Looking out the window at the gray sky she let out a small sigh and scooted a little further down in the covers. The thought of the day's tasks where depressing enough without adding in the cold and gray of the day. Putting off her first task of getting the kids up and dressed, for just a few more minutes. She started to stretch out her aching body but reflexively jerked her hand back. She had touched Jim’s spot or at least the spot that had been his up until two months ago. Which reminded her of the other part of the crappy day, job-hunting. Since Jim left that meant there wasn't enough money to make ends meet. Another day of endless job-hunting for a job she was never going to get. She wasn't sure what was worse the apologetic eyes followed with the “we’re so sorry" or the condescending eyes with the “and why haven't you worked in three years" tongue lashes. Determinedly she pushed Jim and the rest of her day aside and pulled herself out of bed and shut off the alarm before it could go off again. She pulled her worn robe over her sweater and T-shirt she wore to bed in order to stay warm and keep the heating bill down, the one she already couldn't pay, and left the room. She shuffled down the hall pulling the rope around her stopping the knock on the boy's door " Jimmy, Andy come on Boys hustle your butts downstairs so you can eat before the bus comes" before making her way downstairs." First things first" she announced to no one as she stepped into the kitchen and started the coffee. The two boys came bounding down the stairs about five minutes later. Jimmy Junior ten pushed his eight-year-old brother Andy through the kitchen doorway as they came rus...
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...of the floor. Holy fuck…. Ok get it together. “ He stood frozen in place for what seemed like an eternity, should he leave this place and put as much distance between him and this place as possible or, or what exactly? He took a step toward the scratching sound and it moved further away. There was a snapping sound like the weight of the imagery crab was too much for the old floor trusses to handle. He followed the sounds up the stairs with his gun out in front of him; he even managed to fire off a couple of shots as the dark pulled him into the closet. As the last of the dark retreated Colt slowly closed the closet door. He leaned his forehead against the door like a man in a confessional.” I’m so sorry Jennings but I’ve waited so long, just one more sacrifice and this fucking thing will give me my parents back.” Marion Jacob Colter started to cry.” I know it will.”
Miles opened his door and got out of the car. The Bonewoman, insane with fear, and resting her rat gun on the sill of the upstairs window, took aim and fired a .22 bullet that entered his skull an inch above the left eye. She had vowed to herself as she had watched the singing, chicken-killing soldiers drive away in their jeeps and trucks that she would murder the next man who set foot in her yard. Into the mud beside the yellow Mustang, Miles fell backward, dying. (Page 275)
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I sat at the table reading the paper at the table as Póilín and Sonas ate their breakfasts. Jack had wanted to make them sleep in the garage, but I had insisted on them sleeping inside with us. Jack had laid the dog beds in the living room, but Sonas had ended up in bed with me. She slept curled into my side with her small head using my arm as a pillow. As I munched on a bowl of cereal I looked through the ads for a part time job around here. There wasn't much beside a waitress at a diner in La Push and a cashier at the grocery store. I almost didn't hear Jack as he came down the hallway.
Imagine living your life pretending to be someone you are not. Of course hiding who you really are is going to have an effect on you in many ways. In “The Shadow Side of Everyday Life,” Zweig and Abrams suggest that every person has a shadow and “the shadow acts like a psychic immune system, defining what is self and what is not-self”(325). They also believe that our shadows contain dark qualities. When a homosexual person passes as straight, they suppress a dark shadow that is hidden from the world. Although, having a double life is often seen having a primarily psychological origin there are also social reasons that homosexuals choose that lifestyle. Laws such as Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell and same-sex marriage laws are some social causes that contribute to self-concealment. There are also psychological reasons such as family relationships and bullying that lead to living a double life. What can we do to stop this dilemma and make our society better? We can treat gays to stop being gay or inform society that being gay is not a choice depending on whether they chose that lifestyle or not.
At 14, Jackie went to a boarding school. She has always had a very close relationship with her parents and her brother. “I was used to leaving home very often, but I always knew that I’d be back in a couple weeks, or even months. This just felt so final.” But just like that, Jackie and Devon packed their bags and drove off. There they were, stuck in a pick-up truck with each other for the next 5 days until their destina...
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John and his roller skates were headed upstairs and the Mr.Pignati went right after him. When they were halfway up the stairs the Mr.Pignati started to have a heart attack. John didn’t notice because he was having too much fun. They called the ambulance and they took him to the hospital. A couple days later John decided to have a little party. They had Hors d’oeuvres at the party to serve. The party got out of hand and things happened. When Lorraine head a car door shut, she tried to tell John but he wasn’t paying attention because he was trying to get to norton. Norton had smashed most of the pigs and then that’s when the Mr.Pignati came in and everyone was out. He was so sad because his Avocation was collecting the pigs that him and his wife did their whole life until she died. When he came home it was a Predicament because they did it behind his back. When they threw the party they were Ingrate. The cops were called and John and Lorraine were brought to their houses. When Lorraine’s mother saw her she slapped her. The way Lorraine’s mother treats her is
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