.... stools where people who come there by themselves go to eat and read the newspaper. The tables and the countertop are an off-white color underneath a pattern of random gray lines that looks like shattered glass. The seats for the tables are dark wooden benches, many of them are dented and scratched from their years of use. In one corner there is an ancient cigarette machine (the kind with levers you have to pull to get your cigarettes) and an old fashioned penny gumball machine. The walls of the room are divided horizontally by molding. The bottom four feet of the walls consist of wood paneling that matches the benches. The top half is covered with an ugly .....

.... Daimien and myself, Cameron. We basically just pushed people around for kicks. Usually people that were half our size and walked around by themselves. We liked to blow up people's letter boxes the most, usually just at random. Whenever any new kids came to our school, we used to tease and make fun of them, so they felt unwelcome and had no friends. Usually they left the school, we loved it when they did that. Anyway, back to the story... On Friday afternoon, just after school, we were all walking home talking about how much of a loser this new guy was. By the time we got to the end of the street, we had all agreed that we should do something totally outrage .....

.... that I believed would be around for years to come. Which they still are, but now their mortality is becoming clearer to me, the older I become. My realization of death started with a phone call. My mother answers, it’s my aunt, Burma. I glance over to my mother; her face is overcome by a look of sadness. “How’s Patsy handling it?” My mother asks. Later, after what seemed to be a very emotionally draining conversation, my mother comes to me. She tells me that my aunt, Patsy’s daughter Trisha has died. I never knew her well, so up to this point I did not have much of an emotional reaction to the news. However, I knew that her death would devastate her .....

.... no idea what she meant and when I looked up the world was spinning around me. When I had realized what happened it was to late we had already dropped to the gutter. In the gutter I suddenly heard BAM! That was when we hit the first tree. Some how we spun around the gutter again and hit me side once more. The door cracked like a egg and the hash rain began beating on my no tender skin. I had not even noticed that my nose had been broken when the air bag inflated. My mom had noticed that my nose was bleeding and called out half dazed, “Albert get out now the car is going to explode!” Now I had been to shocked to really get scared but when I heard those words .....

.... on into the visitor park area. I entered the area with my boss and as I did , I saw inmates dressed in blue. Shortly after that, we were joined by one of the administration personnel. There she informed that ; I was not to talk to any inmates, that if they talked to me, they were to address me as Mrs. Tucker. Well, I knew right , at that point, there would be a problem. First of all, I am a people person. I could not refuse to talk to someone just because they were a inmate. Then, I defiantly did not like to be addressed as Mrs. Tucker. As far as I was concerned, the day the divorce was final, that was the day I stopped being Mrs. Tucker. But, I was t .....

.... one could tell. The only thing we all had in common was our goal to consume alcohol. As soon as I walked in the room I immediately could see and smell the smoke that was lingering in the air around the house. I was handed a cup by a friend. Looking into it to see if it had been used, we both shrugged and turned towards the basement. As I pushed my way through the crowd to look for the keg I immediately knew it was in the corner because of the crowd surrounding it. Once I reached the keg, I found myself waiting once again for my beer. The person who was filling up the cups was not filling them first come first serve. He would fill the cups of his friends .....

.... from Gnomania. On his way to his grandmother's house he ran across a garden. Upon stumbling on the garden, he decided to be thoughtful and pick some tulips for his grandmother. Tulips were her favorite snack. While approaching his grandmother's house, he found something to be very strange. His grandmother was hovering on an hummingbird, while picking apples from her tall twenty-foot appletree. After contemplating on this strange doing, he decided not to let it bother him. After seeing Knob approach her house, Knob's grandmother whistled for the hummingbird to bring her down so she could greet him. She greeted him with a loud burp which was a common .....

.... when he was fifty-one years old. It is not only because of this that I feel influenced; it is his insatiable appetite for new challenges. His success in life, for me, acts as a guide which is use to lead me through my own life. Coming to this country at the fragile age of five, not knowing one word of English, he has become a well known figure in his field of work. Armenia, the origin of my family, is where my father was born seventy-seven years ago. His very poor family fled from their town, which was in Turkey, to Everett, Massachusetts in nineteen twenty-eight. They lived several years in this suburb of Boston, until they were able to move to .....