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A petite young girl with dirty blonde hair yanked tightly in a small spiral bun at the nape of her neck, pushes the heavy dirt spotted, metal door closed behind her. She stares at the worn, graying wooden floor and bites her pink, swollen, tattered lips. She immediately tastes hard copper and makes a sour face as dark red blood flows past her lips. Her rose red tongue flicks out and cleans them. She runs her fingertips over her bun to secure loose tendrils of gold hair. A few loose hairs stick up at the top of her forehead as she tries desperately to lay them down. She gives up with an exasperated huff of air.
Her hands shake as she places her size 6, custom crafted, pale pink ballet slippers next to an ancient off white folding chair. The dull chair moans and groans as she rests herself upon the antique. She tucks a few lose wayward strands of hair behind her left ear. She wipes her small hands on the thighs of her tights as she leans forward. She rolls her head back on her shoulders, stretching the muscles in her long, lean neck. She rolls and shrugs her tiny shoulders forward and...
This book is filled with many different stories from many different characters, such as Angel, Alma, and Alex. Angel is the smallest kid in his family, and he has a big brother named Weasel. Weasel always plays tricks on Angel, and Angel hates it. One day while Angel was taking a shower Weasel came out of nowhere and took a picture of Angel in the shower, at least Angel covered his body with the shower curtains. Weasel threated Angel to give him 20 dollars or else he’ll show the picture to every girl in Angel’s school Angel was really worried. Angel tried to get the photo away from him but there was no chance, but finally he came up with an idea. Angel took a naked baby picture of Weasel and threated him back, Weasel didn’t really care instead he made Angel do all of his chores, even pulling his dad’s weeds. After Angel’s dad came home Angel ran to him and said everything, but instead Weasel being mad at him he gave Angel his picture back and they got along. Alma loved to go to trick-or-treating she had the best costumes ever; she loved the smell of candy on a Halloween nights. Alma...
Sixth grader Jodee enrolled at a private academy and the first few months were without incident. Jodee reveled in having friends and tried to do everything right to stay in good standing. The trouble started when she called her mother to leave the party early. Jodee begged her mother not to tell her what was going on with the twelve-year-olds—but they were all caught in the act. Monday morning at school she found her favorite suede shoes floating in a toilet bowl of urine with a note attached—“Bitch, this is just the beginning.”
3.?Against the dark background of the kitchen she stood up tall and angular, one hand drawing a quilted counterpane to her flat breast, while the other held a lamp. The light on a level with her chin, drew out of the darkness her puckered throat and the projecting wrist of the hand that clutched the quilt, and deepened fantastically the hollows and prominences of her high-boned face under its rings of crimping-pins. To Ethan, s...
The unpolished floors and graffitied lockers with pictures of the Beatles glued to them indicated to me that no summer cleaning had been done at school, for what seemed like several years. As I walked, a neatly folded piece of paper, which I placed in my pocket earlier this morning, grazed my outer thigh was not letting me forget its purpose. My palms were sweaty and all I could think of was that on the first day of school, I had decided to tell my crush that I liked her. What a stupid decision. I decided to wash my hands and then put my plan into action. My walk across the hallway continued till I reached the guy’s bathrooms. Just as I was about to push the door, it opened and out ran a blonde and petite girl. My crush. Her face was surprised and her hazel eyes were
Functional ankle instability is described as the tendency of the foot to ‘give way’.1 Functional instability (FI) is defined as the subjective feeling of ankle instability or recurrent, symptomatic ankle sprains (or both) due to proprioceptive and neuromuscular deficits.2 Individuals reporting giving way in the absence of a mechanical deficit are usually classified as having FAI.Incidents of the ankle “giving way”, is reported in 40% to 60% of individuals who suffer at least one ankle sprain. 3,12,16,19,26
I open up and she’s there with bags and big boxes, the new clothes and, yes, she’s got the socks and new slip with little rose on it and a pink and white stripped dress. What about the shoes? I forgot. Too late now. I’m tired. Whew!” (Pg. 46)
And then there was her appearance. Mary Beth’s gangly body towered over the other fourth graders, and her lemon-blonde hair rested on her shoulders in knotted clumps. Strands of hair constantly fell in front of her face, and she would constantly sculpt them behind her ear.
The part of her hair gave birth to a running red river, so deep and rich and full of life it could call to mind in certain individuals of a sanguine cascade down stairs. The shape of her forehead, coupled with the delicate white of her skin, cast upon the room like a crescent moon. Then her face, the most angelic face, one of innocence and childhood ardor, had hints of lust carved into the creases around the eyes and besetting the lips. Her eyes were what she unaf...
Her eyes were blue with age. Her skin had a pattern of its own of numberless branching wrinkles and as though a whole little tree stood in the middle of her forehead, but a golden color ran underneath, and the two knobs of her checks were illuminated by a yellow burning under the dark. Under the red rag her hair came down on her neck in the frailest of ringlets, still black, and with an odor like copper.
Poppy was going to be late to work again. Her alarm stopped working since she couldn’t afford to buy any more batteries, let alone pay for her rent. She scrambled out of bed and lunged for the bathroom to fix any part of her appearance that could be fixed in less than ten seconds. “Where’s my uniform? Where is IT!”, she screamed, rampaging around her apartment, dirty clothes flying into the air like volleyballs over an imaginary net. She glanced quickly in the bathroom mirror and stopped dead in her tracks. She froze, slowly looked down at her chest, and saw her dirty, grease and ketchup-stained uniform cloaking her body in a crinkled mess. ‘Ew, I slept in THAT, in my bed?’, she thought. However, there was no time to waste. She quickly threw her hair into a blonde, messy ponytail
The small legs that whisked back and forth in the open space of the vehicle were full of energy. The young girl spent the day with the two people she admired the most. A bigger version of herself sat in the passenger seat with her husband driving next to her. They laughed over conversation. Every so often, the girl would stick thin fingers against her mother’s shoulder to receive her attention. She would say something trivial and obvious, but her mother would still entertain her. She absorbed every phrase her daughter said as if each filled her with a tremendous joy and was the greatest thing ever spoken. Her mother had selected a black dress for her today with a large white ribbon tied around her midsection. Her hair had been combed back in two braids so that the tips were touching her shoulder blades. They were coming home late from a Christmas party at church.
A girl stood facing a rusty mirror in the bathroom. She looked at the reflection in the mirror as her head went down in sorrow. Soon tears ran down her face, her face damp with sweat. When she thought no one was around, she screeched with anguish into the mirror “Why am I so ugly? Why can’t I be like the other girls?” Echoes of her screams filled the hallway of Forest Park Middle School.
"And this is the library," the principle droned. I kept standing on my tip toes and then went back to standing flat on my feet. "Books can be checked out for 3 weeks before becoming overdue. You are welcome to come here during lunch and after classes." he continued. I spotted this girl with black hair and bright blue ends. Wicked! I thought, I had always wanted bright blue hair but my mom wouldn't allow me. She liked my golden hair, I have no idea why. I walked over to the girl. "Hello! My is Anya," I began excited, "Who are you?" I asked. I noticed a girl who was standing next to the girl with sick hair turn around. The girl had very pale skin, and cool, mint green eyes. I wonder if she's a vampire? If she is, I so want her turn
"Anna, would you like some tea," I offer as the screen door slams behind me. She doesn't move. "Anna," I try again, this time touching her shoulder with my elbow. She turns her chin towards me, but her eyes continue scanning the page until she has reached an appropriate stopping point. She lifts her slightly glazed, hazel eyes towards mine, unwilling to disengage from the world created by Anthony Piers or Terry Brooks. The corners of her mouth curl upwards, eyes slightly squinting from the bright sunlight, and she reaches out her empty hand, decorated with an intricate henna design, to grasp the sweating glass of tea.
A tall brunette stepped out, pulling on Cade’s leash, urging him to return to us. My mother stepped forward smiling appreciatively to the nurse before gently tugging on the lead. The small black dog stumbled out hesitantly, the black fur from his stomach now gone and replaced with pale pink skin. I didn’t know what to feel seeing him like that, every ounce of joy and innocence stripped clean off of him as his always wagging tail lay limp. My sister charged up to him, scratching at his scruff. I couldn't find it in myself to do