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It doesn’t work that way.” He said. I sat silenced as they argued on each side of me. You could smell the liquor on Hectors breath and even his clothing. They could never get along, especially when it had something to do with me. I thought to myself that this is why Maria had left. My life had been destroyed by Carmen and Hector. “Enough!” I shouted. Hector and Carmen stood in shock. This had been the first time I had ever stood up to them. Their eyes grew wide and I saw a hot tear roll down Carmen’s cheek. “I’m sorry Carmen, I didn’t mean to-“ “It’s okay sweetie,” she said wiping away the tears. “Carmen why do you always have to be the one to try and make everything okay when it isn’t? You’re giving him false hope.” Hector said. “I’m not giving him false hope. That’s a misunderstanding.” “He needs to just do it. He’s a coward! Each day he’s losing more and more of his man hood.” My eyes watched them as they talked. I looked over at hector and then back to Carmen. “Don’t say that!” She leaned over the bed even more and hugged me. “Please don’t listen to what he says Antonio. You know it’s not true.” She whispered into my
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Sophia Garcia was a 14-year-old freshman who cared about her family, the latest season of Friends, and the Patriots. Being in a household with six athletic brothers, from a young age Sophia had the experience of playing numerous sports, her favorite being football. Unfortunately, her high school only offered football for boys, and in return, offered cheerleading for girls. However, Sophia craved to play for her high school football team. Upon telling her friends, they immediately rejected the idea of even her trying out, yet alone, being part of the football team as they joked that females can’t play aggressive sports.
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Maudire les actions du diable ! After years of working my fingers to the bone, this is all I get! The three people I valued most have left me. Ellen- my dear wife- passed away. My son – the one I trusted to be there for my family, after my time– has gone. Also my doll, my Mattie, with her sweet smile, her resilience as strong as a bull…Très bien! Qu'est-ce que je vais faire? My land, and my shattered family are all I have. I feel nothing… except shame, fear, and sleepless yearning for my loved ones. What bothers me most is … they all left me. Life would be so much easier with Lawton pulling the cart, Mattie looking after the younger ones and my precious Ellen… just staying here with me. I've been double-crossed by MY family!
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