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The day started like any other. I woke up with my little sister, Callia, threatening to dump water all over me because I was going to make her late for classes; my only friend, Zac, teasing Callia as he waited for me to be ready so we could go to work; and a feeling of grief crushing me as it had since my parents died in an accident a year and a half ago. I got up despite my lack of motivation. I went through the normal day functions not really thinking and ignoring Zac and whatever tyrant he was going on about. I regretted that when I heard my least favorite voice call my name.
“Brenden, dear. How have you been? Come give your Aunt a hug.” Ugh… It was the evil, self-centered, witch; who was happily not my real aunt, as we were adopted.
“Hi Aunt Lamia. I’m great.” I refrained from hugging her, and instead looked her up and down. “You look great. Have you lost weight?” Maybe that would keep her in a good mood.
“Oh, stop it. So, you’re working here… in this uhh… restaurant.” The look on her face said she was thinking something other than restaurant and I was sure it wasn’t something pleasant. However, I caught myself before I said something stupid as she continued on. “Why aren’t you, I don’t know, studying in college, or interning. You know you are losing opportunities, loads of them. It isn’t going to get easier to get a good job. Do you want to work in a place like this your whole life. How will you help Callia pay for college if you don’t go.”
At that point I tuned her out until finally I just snapped. “Aunt Lamia, Mind your own business.” I walked out without looking back.
Callia was sitting on her middle school’s steps waiting for me when I got there. I almost laughed when she jumped up with a look of excitement on her face t...
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...ng to their books. I looked over and saw Alexa standing beside my sister.
She smiled at me and said, “Try to save or protect me again and I’ll kick your ass. Got it?”
“Got it,” I said through a laugh.
“Who wants ice-cream and burgers?” Callia shouted. Then a flash of light flew through the air.
“Shhh! There is no shouting in the library!”
“What the…?” I looked around to see the library completely intact and everything just as it was every day, before we first laid eyes upon Alexa that is.
I looked at her and she seemed completely normal in regular clothes rather than the warrior outfit she had been wearing moments ago.
“It’s was very nice to meet you, Brenden. Did you know your name means prince?”
I looked into her eyes and saw a light of mischief in them. I felt my lips curve up into a brilliant smile.
“No I didn’t. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime... Guardian.”
"Don't worry dude, she just likes to look after her students, she's really kind in that weird family relative way"
"Since then, no more spells at 3 a.m., and …I’m just really happy.... I’m super fine, healthy," she expressed.
“You’ve never heard of me? I'm not surprised, as to why i'm called Herobrine, I prefer to not discuss my personal life with someone who i’ve just met.”
“That was then, and this is now. And now I’m hungry.” Lizzy replies, twirling her curly black hair. “So when is dinner gonna be ready?”
“There’s my lovely wife,” he said, as he kissed her cheek. He sat down at the head of the table and looked in my sister’s direction. I was happy to see my dad in a good mood. The shower must have worked.
"Mine is a protection shield, so I can protect you from any harm." Sam said with a smiling face.
All I could remember on my journey to literacy was my concern over my brother and sister’s ability to read and write including solving math problems. That did not really motivate not to become literate; I was extremely playful as a child. What I am able to remember is my first day of school, I cried like a baby when my mom dropped me off. I soon began to grow out of my baby stage and school became really interesting. Even though it was not as hard as it is now, the value that pushed me to be literate was how my teacher was able to discipline students if they didn’t give the best to their education.
Her sunken cheeks were flushed and her eyes glowed with light as she gazed about her.
She stared at me for a second or two, trying to get a good look at me, and see if i’m not some kind of scammer.
Reading and writing has always played a vital part in my life. From toddler to adult, pre-elementary to college, I’ve managed to sharpen both skills to my liking. However, even though it significantly helped, schooling was not what influenced me to continue developing those skills into talent. Many different things shaped and influenced my learning, and now reading and writing have become the safety net of my life. I know that even if I have nothing else in the future, I’ll still have my talent and knowledge. To ensure my success, I hope to further develop those skills so that I may fulfill my wishes.
There are many different types of events that shape who we are as writers and how we view literacy. Reading and writing is viewed as a chore among a number of people because of bad experiences they had when they were first starting to read and write. In my experience reading and writing has always been something to rejoice, not renounce, and that is because I have had positive memories about them.
Aunt Leslie then snapped me out of my deep thought asking whether I was okay. I told her I was even if it was obviously a complete lie. "So shall we go back to Geraldine tomorrow morning? Or would you like to leave in the evening?"
I nodded. Time flied. It had been a year after my conversation with Zoe about the company’s buyout. “How do you feel?”
"Oh, come on. Don't be shy. You know what? Your mother would be very proud of you. Look at how far you've come." She placed her hand on my shoulder smiling. "I mean, it was obvious how much pain you were still in from your parents passing away," she acted like she was wiping away tears. "And now you're planning homecoming. Your parents would be so proud of you."
I opened my eyes at around 9:00 a.m.; I could not imagine that today was my graduation day. I was so excited to get ready for the day I had dreamt of for twelve years. I called my cousin Sandra to remind her to do my makeup because she is a makeup artist. I told her that I needed it to be flawless because I wanted this day to be complete in everyway. I took a shower to get ready for the hair salon because I was going to dye my hair red for the first time. I wanted a simple hairstyle; straight on top with curls at the bottom.