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Hey! I wrote this poem about my life at this time. Can you read it and tell me what you think please? "Me Sea Harbor" Sitting on the edge on my dock. Looking out on Me Sea Harbor. So many secrets and feelings Are kept here locked away. Big ships, little ships, Row boats and yachts, Cruise liners, sail boats, Motor boats, and rafts. On that liner over there, Full of luxury and new feelings, But I’m too afraid to aboard. So I sit here only to wonder. The row boat that passed by Is small but holds worthy In it- my values and morals I shall never torch my row boat. But that ship across the water I’ve thought about torching. Its sailed years but slowly sinking, I don’t want to repair it; not now. Running day and night, Is my yacht over there. Full over unlimited love and care Never will my family yacht fail. The sail boat on the horizon Brought me hope and happiness My new sail boat is brilliant. Forever I’ll treasure my sail boat. My get away raft just crawled by Only I can aboard the small escape. To feel the touch of the ivory keys, To only hear the musical sounds. In this bay; holding ships of all sizes. Where secrets, feelings and fears are kept. Until torched or said to sail away. Forever locked in Me Sea Harbor. Thanks Guys!!! more

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Dont worry its not a stupid story about popularity and boys. Its fantasy I threw my old, torn copy of Gone With the Wind into my suitcase. The cover was ripped, separating the D from wind. I covered the book with several t-shirts, the name of Lincoln High School plastered on them. Gone With the Wind was my favorite book since I was in fourth grade, the book always sat on the top shelf of my pink dresser. I would read it whenever I would get bored, starting off on random pages. My mom would be angry at me for reading the naughty words, but I would just nod and keep skimming the pages, waiting for a good part to come. I loved when Scarlett and Ashley would kiss each other, not caring about the consequences. Their love was so tender and deep. That reminded me. Tyler was going to call me after four. I checked my phone, there were no missed calls---no texts. I sighed as I threw my phone into my plaid suitcase. Tyler and I had been going out for two months now. He and I are pretty serious, its just that we are distant at times, and I don’t know why. One week we cold be holding hands, and the next day he won’t say a word. I came up with some theories, either he is trying to make me jealous, or he’s embarrassed of me around his so-called friends. I want to believe he is just trying to grab my attention, but I think otherwise. Yet, I have to stay with him. He is my first boyfriend, plus he is so hot. If I leave him, everyone will think I’m nuts. And that will be another thing to make me more unpopular. I used to be friends with all the popular girls at my school, but they just deserted me when my family didn’t have enough money for me to go on shopping trips every weekend. I have had a dark feeling inside that they only liked me so they could cheat off my reports. Don’t get me wrong, my new friends are great, especially my best friend Sophie, but I do miss being praised by everyone. Suddenly, my phone vibrated as it sang the tune to my favorite song. “Tyler?” I asked eagerly. “Earth to Angela, it’s your best friend Sophie!” She laughed. “Oh, hi,” I said, disappointed. “Why did you think I was Tyler?” “Uh,” I said stuttering, “I just haven’t heard from Tyler yet. He was supposed to say goodbye before I left for half the summer!” I breathed in deeply, convincing myself he would call soon. “That’s why I was calling. So, are you excited to go on that luxury cruise? I have heard it has a pool!” Sophie screamed, obviously overwhelmed. I could even imagine her jumping on her bed, her blonde curls bouncing up and down. “I guess, I have a feeling I’m going to throw up over the side of the ship, though.” I giggled at my own joke. “Shoot, I have to go. Bye Angie! Have a great trip!” Sophie yelled into the phone “Bye!” I cried into the phone before she hang up. My battery automatically went out. My phone beeped loudly, and then shut off. God, my phone is so stupid. I didn’t feel like recharging the battery, so I just shrugged and stuffed my phone into my pocket. A voice made me jump “Angela Debra Howard, where is you suitcase?” My mom yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Her voice sometimes annoys me. “Right up here mom!” I screamed right back at her, an ironic tone in my voice. “Bring it down here,” She yelled, “The cab will be here in fifteen minutes!” I rolled my eyes as I lugged my suitcase down each step. “Darn suitcase!” I mumbled to myself. Our three bedroom apartment had thin hallways, to thin for my fat suitcase. My suitcase finally made it down the steps. I’m surprised it survived the trip. My mom was standing in the office her arms crossed. The small space used to be my older sister’s bedroom, but when she left for college, we transformed it into an office. My mom cleared her throat. It was weird to look at my mother, she was five months pregnant, luckily not expecting anytime soon. “Look at you, you’re a mess! Go clean yourself up!” She scolded. My mom is usually nice, but when she got pregnant, she became a little moody. “Where is dad?” I asked. Mom looked around. “I think he’s in the kitchen,” She replied, “but go wash yourself, now!” I dashed to the bathroom. I thought I looked fine. My long hair was pulled up into a sloppy bun, and at least my sweatshirt covered my stained camisole. I washed the black mascara off my eyes and applied some chap-stick on my sore lips. A horn was honking outside. The cab was finally here. Mom was already sitting in the cab with my dad sitting in the back seat. I walked through the lobby out into the chilly, fall air. With my suitcase dragging behind me, I ran to the yellow taxi. The driver shoved the bag into the trunk and rushed into the warm car. I squeezed into the cab with my dad pressing against me. “Goodbye Philadelphia, Hello Bahamas!” he cheered as the cab pulled away from our nice home. My dad turned to me, his eyes sparkling. “Are you excited? This is practically your sixteenth birthday present!” He said enthusiastically. My mom glared at him, with a frustrwith a frustrated expression. “Daniel,” she pointed out, “You know this is a family vacation, for all of us, and of course the baby.” She grinned and rubbed her belly gently. Dad smiled and went on to read his book, which seemed like It had over five-hundred pages. I think it has something to do about Anthropology. I can’t even pronounce that word. Dad works as a professor at a university. I used to love to spy on his lessons when I was little, back when I was way to small to understand them. Now there absolutely boring. I glanced away from the window. Mom went on about the baby. “Do you like the name Cassandra? she questioned my dad. He patted her knee softly. “I love that name,” he commented. “But what if the baby is a boy?” Mom looked out the window, pondering. “I like Andrew, yes, Andrew is a great name.” She stroked her stomach once more. I liked those names. Mom usually picks pretty good names, but when she presented the idea of naming the baby Gretchen, I grimaced.Mom was assuming the baby was going to be a girl, because my sister and I are female, but who knows? I wasn’t really concerned about the gender. The taxi driver stroked his beard and jammed some rap music. My mom seemed irritated, and immediately told the driver to turn it off. The taxi driver gazed at my mom with disgust, then shut off the radio. He muttered something, but it was to quiet to hear. Mom rolled her eyes then continued talking to dad. I stared out the window, looking out at the city. The light turned red. I eyed my favorite restaurant, The Silver Spoon. I used to go there with Tyler, we always would buy hot chocolate and pastries. Then, I suddenly noticed a familiar voice through the crack of the window. I saw the long blonde hair Tyler always would leave messy. I suddenly felt full of joy. “Tyler!” I yelled as I continued rolling down the dirty window. He squinted over at me, his face surprised. I then realized he was holding hand with Charlotte, my old best friend. “Tyl more

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