… barely breathing or moving. NO! I wasn't trying to commit suicide by asphyxiating. In the middle of my abdomen was a spasm that had contracted so much that the pain was almost unbearable. It was a good agonizing seven minutes before it finally subsided,…

… was departing for New York City on my class trip. I was thrilled to be with my favorite teacher and on a coach bus for the very first time. I had looked forward to this day since that chilly day in November when I brought home the permission slip and…

… my dad would take my sister and I out to our cabin up in the Blue Mountains. The drive always seemed so long. I can still remember seeing a particular fir tree at a fork in the gravel road that led out to our cabin. This tree was a sign of being close…

… "Good," he said. "We strike before dawn." As the congregation started to dissipate, Pablo noticed a woman walking towards him. She was not the beautiful one, but she possessed admirable courage for a woman. "Pilar," greeted Pablo, "What are you doing…

… Not bad at all. Just a tad slower than my best time. Must be the new break system, I thought quietly to my self. <Tab/>I looked at the overcast sky as I carefully clicked the lock in place on my three-hundred dollar bicycle. It looked…

… oldest of three children in her immediate family, Mari Wallace, born on February 15, 1988, in Okinawa, Japan. She has lived in two different states, California and North Carolina, to include Okinawa, where she has lived for two years. Mari is sixteen…

… American playwrights to ever live. His works include, among others, The Crucible and A View from the Bridge. The plays he has written have been criticized for many things, but have been praised for much more, including his magical development of…

… happened on Friday nights. This is not a coincidence, in high school Friday night was the only night there was a football game. The game starts at 7:30, but we have to be in the locker room by 4:45. I arrive with some fellow teammates at 4:50, exactly.…

… complaining that it has replaced letter-writing, which they see as a superior form of communication. A few very important question can be asked about this statement. Could it be a difference of opinions between the old generation and the new…

… image that comes to mind is the goth teenager who perhaps scratches their wrists for attention. This is a false belief. Take a look around you. Self injury knows no boundaries. Perhaps someone "goth" but perhaps too your best friend. Your teacher.…