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Naturally when they finally had a plan in place fate decides to throw a wrench in things, and force them to work even harder to be free from her father’s far reaching influence. It would have been nerve-wracking enough to meet up with Adam Levine somewhere in the city to exchange the photos for the video evidence, let alone adding the extra challenge of now having to fly to meet him. Lexi wasn’t particularly confident in her ability to pull through this new challenge without any problems, but she appreciated Richard’s faith in her nonetheless. He didn’t think she was weak, but he also didn’t know how easily she had given in to Karl’s demands just to spare herself some physical pain. She hadn’t come out of that situation unscathed despite acquiescing to the head of security’s twisted demands, and she was afraid of how much she would have to give up to get through the upcoming one. …show more content…
“I know we don’t have a choice…but I wish we did. I knew this wasn’t going to be easy but damn, this just keeps getting harder.” The heiress paused to watch him step to the window and glance outside, the anger and uncertainty suddenly draining from her tense body when she finally took notice of how hard he was trying to protect her. She realized that unconsciously she was trying to build barriers between them and take her frustration out on him since he was the only target, when in reality he was only trying to do his best for her. With a sigh she stepped over to meet him at the window, her arms sliding around him from behind and her chin lifting to rest on his shoulder. “Thank you..for coming to get me. And staying with me. I don’t know how much longer I could have stayed in that hell

Personal Narrative-Home

“You would not believe who is here right now. Come out.” How could I possibly have ended up in this situation? When my friends decided we’d have one last summer adventure to remember for the night, I never considered that I would be stranded in a dressing room at Salvation Army, desperately hiding with a pair of horrifically patterned skinny jeans that squeezed way too tight. There is no plausible reason why I’m still trying to pull these double-zero atrocities onto my shaking legs. My entire body…

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*WOOSH!* The intense cold breeze blew hard against us, nearly knocking my friend, Tyler, over. We walked down the stone streets of Quebec, heading to a close-by store. For the first time on this trip, we were on our own, completely responsible for our own safety and well-being. Not too long before this, back at our hotel, we were getting ready to leave as our teacher, Mrs. Thomas, was telling us what we would be doing. “Okay everyone, for the next four hours, you can do whatever you want, anything…

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Eight a.m. on a Saturday morning. Most kids my age are currently asleep, enjoying one of the only days they get to sleep in but it’s not the same for me. From a young age, I fully understood the responsibilities that came with being the oldest child in a struggling immigrant family. I do not think of my time spent in the office as a job but rather a way of giving back. My dad overworked himself to the point of exhaustion and back again day after day to provide for us. He had worked very hard to…

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I open my eyes remembering nothing from before. I look around searching for something familiar, something to help regain my memory. "Hey, you. You're finally awake." A Nord with blond hair and blue eyes says to me, "You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." He finishes, looking at the person next to him. Following his gaze, I see a Nord with brown hair and wearing rags. "Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until…

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Returning to the room, Deborah pleaded, “Please, let us help you?” Pushing them into the hallway again, Virginia, slammed the door and locked it. All they could hear was her humming. “Come on. We need to call the police to take care of Virginia. She’s a sick woman,” Andrew explained, going into the hallway with one arm around Deborah and his hand over his mouth and nose. “Come on Margaret, let’s get out of here. My God, I’ve never smelled anything this bad in my life,” he said, gagging, sure he…

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One day I woke up, and I was not feeling well. I was sweaty and cold at the same time and my throat felt like a had swallowed a catus! I got up out of my bed after Nana told me to get up 10 times. I pulled myself to the living room with all of the strength that I had. Nana gave me some medicine for my fever and for my throat. She told me to lay down on the couch, and watch TV. I watched TV for two hours while I dozed on and off again. I would forget that I was sick until I swallowed, and then I…

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I was on my way home from work listening to the cubs game on the radio. I had to make a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up some food for dinner. Then stopped at the gas station to fill up on gas. When I got home it was about 6:30 P.M. I grabbed a cold drink from the fridge, and went to go relax out on the porch waiting for my brother John to get home from the hardware store. Twenty minutes passed and he was still not home. It then became an hour and he still was not home. I began to get…

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“You see, Sam, my thoughts are that if we do not find our way , and this delinquent winds up causing chaos inside of our land of security, we are going to find ourselves surrounded by countless numbers of those things.” I flinched as I remembered my dream and shivered considering that I remembered that it had been forever since we had discovered those things. We had narrowly escaped our deaths and in the end of it all, we still wound up living our lives in this metal prison, preventing us from seeing…

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Ciara spent the rest of the day trying to figure a way to be free from Deaglan. It then dawned on her; she would have to do more than just show appreciation and pretend to have interest in him. She figured that she would have to do favors for him and bring him presents. Then, once he trusted her and let his guard down, she could make her escape. She was not a very creative person, but she knew how to follow directions and recipes. She figured that she could bake him something as a gift. Ciara…

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I walked into the store and within 60 seconds Mary Ellen gracefully could see that we were needing assistance since I was already in the middle of the store. She was very calm, nice, and from how she spoke I could tell she knew what she was talking about. I explained I needed a sofa for my short old grandma who was in need of a new sofa because her recliner is too hard for her to use now. I also explained I was here to buy on behalf of my grandfather who was also very old. She offered a power type…

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