Nonfiction

The first time I saw Clover was in a picture. Since we had been added to the past fosters list we got first pick on puppies. We fell in love immediatly with her chocolate fur, warm hazel puppy eyes, and marshmallow sprinkled belly. She was adorable!

One day while skiing in vermont, a couple kids and I were sliding down a snowbank while waiting for the bus the arrive.

I was bullied for four years straight. This experience for me has given me many inner scars that I still deal with today. What are these scars? Depression, anxiety, and a lot of insecurities.

Yes, everyone is so quick to point out that life is different now, what we used to do rather than what we do now. It seems that most things are past tense, things we miss, what we wish we could do, and what has changed.

 Scars 

I was naïve, and so I trusted it. I was too young to see the instability of the structure. It was meant for climbing, so I did just that. It was only in the future that I would realize why I fell.

I usully get to scool around the first bel and find my seet in American Clas. I stay ther for an hour and a haf. Aftr that most of my clases hav to do with math.

This election showed that no matter how much somebody tries to undermine an election in the United States, it will remain fair and free.

Dear Santa,

A few actions I could take to benefit others in my community would be helping with food drives, volunteering at nursing homes, and picking up trash around the neighborhood. 
 

Although it may be cliché, during this time of year is when most, including myself, reflect on what they are grateful for.

The smell of bleach filled my nostrils as the feel of a rough paper towel against my hand scraped against my skin as I wiped down my desk.