Sixteenth BirthdayAlex It’s Sunday. It’s October. It’s my brother’s birthday. My brother, Beau, is turning sixteen, and he’s hoping for a car. I think he may get one, but I’m not sure. My parents decide. I’m only fourteen, so I have three more years before my parents decide if I get a car. Every day after school my parents have been trying to get everything ready for his birthday while he was at football practice. I was in charge of sending out his invitations for his “surprise” party later today. I finished my job, but my parents are still running around like crazy.Sixteenth Birthday
“Alex! Have you sent out
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It was a dark and stormy night before my brother’s eighteenth birthday. Today was a Friday, the night of the footballs homecoming game. My brother, being the quarterback, has been pumped up all week. He’s been working as hard as he can at practices and making me work with him after his practices in the back yard. I didn’t get why this game was so different then any other game until last night when I found him sitting on the roof.
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As I climbed out of my window onto our roof, I saw my brother, Jake, lying down on the other side by where his window is. I w
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The moon still shines between the trees, Deserted streets we see. Down the stairs and on the grass, Sitting on the hill by the school with no key.
Friend by friend on the edge of green, Looking up at the glow above. Brown tall points swallow it whole, But only to reveal the gold, To stay for only a while.
As it rises up to stay overhead, Creamy mist sinks down. Colors mixed fill my eyes Birds’ chirping assures the time.
Kids come and go, Family and family, Not knowing what we saw. Settling down o
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The book on the table was still open to page fifty-nine as I entered the basement floor. I had just finished packing up my room for the move, and my dad needed another box for his. I walked up to the table to see what book lay there, only to find “The Christmas Carol”. My birth mother’s book. The one she would read to me night after night, until that fateful day. That day, she only got up to page fifty-nine. Since then, I haven’t been able to read past that page…
My name is Peace. Most people think it is just a nickname for me because I’ve had
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