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Tonight We Made History
Tonight we made history. Thats what everyone kept saying at least. Tonight a black president was elected for the first time. Everyones really happy about it, and I suppose I am too. Of the two choices, I certainly agree he was the better of them. Thats not what bothers me though. Would it have been history if he had been a white man? Would it have been history if he hadnt been running against a female vice-presidential nominee? Why should it be history that America finally has sense enough to realize white men are not the only leaders?
Isnt it sad to look at the list of presidents? Its no wonder that no one can remember them all. Theyre all white men who sit stiffly while theyre being painted or photographed. Theres nothing remarkable about just another guy who looks just like the rest.
There are the fat presidents, then thin, the tall, the short Those who wear wigs and those who have almost no hair at all. The variety sounds
Perfect ParentsMy parents are perfect. Sure, they have a few flaws, but otherwise, theyre models of ideal human beings. Every mornin I get up and ask my Papa what makes the sun come up each day and he tells me that its God havin fun on different sides of the world. Every evenin I ask him why the sun goes to bed and he says its cause God wants to have fun somewhere else.
Every mornin my Mama makes breakfast just like a woman is supposed to Or so my brother told me. She always has a smile and asks how I slept. I always say good cause thats what my brother says. I think he lies sometimes though cause he wakes up complainin and always tells Mama he slept real well.
Every evenin my Mama tells me to get ready for bed and I go. I tried to argue once, but that sure didnt go well. She scolded me for five minutes straight and then sent me to my room with no dessert. I didnt talk back to her again.
My Papa is a big m
Death of a Teddy BearIn the room there were only two things that mattered: the little brown teddy bear, and me. Its face was rounded with large black eyes and a smiling mouth that seemed a little too happy. He wore a red bow that had been tied carefully by some machine far away. The bear smelled strongly of perfume, though it didnt deter me from my purpose.
The teddy bear, or Mr. Bear as he had been introduced to me, sat among the remnants of his friends Mr. Rabbit and Mrs. Cat. Their stuffing was strewn around the room like trophys on display; the finishing touches of my destruction. I debated how best to begin the slaughter of my new friend, deciding at last that his head would be the first to go. I would wipe that overly cheerful grin right off his stitched face. With a pounce I tackled him and pinned him to the ground. With sharp teeth of youth I shredded his cloth into pieces and proceeded down his body until only his foot remained intact.
After a few moments I stood back to ob
Fruitless EffortYou never loved me, and I knew it. More than once Id forced you to tell me plainly that I could never be more than your friend. You were popular, polite, and in every way more wonderful than any other boy could ever be.
I was always there in the shadows, watching and waiting for a time that you would need me as much as I needed you. Not like a stalker of course; I didnt keep your old gum or cut off locks of your hair when you werent looking. I was your friend plain and true. We both knew that I wanted to be more, but I was the only one who was disappointed when it never happened.
Other girls came and went, repeatedly pulling you closer before breaking your heart. Every time you were in pain I was suffering with you, willing all of your misery to be passed on to me. I was sure that I could be happy if only you were.
There was that one time when you were so drunk you could barely stand. Your friends called me to give you a ride home, and for some reason I agreed to come
The NotebookIt was her orange notebook I noticed first. The way that the cover gently curved into a triangular shape made a shiver run down my spine. It had paper neatly clipped within it, not a single mark ruining its perfect appearance.
After the notebook my eyes strayed to novel that was not nearly so attractive. Its cover was worn and tattered, like it had weathered through countless school days to the point it might dissolve at any moment. Yes, in comparison to the notebook the novel was a candle held up to the sun.
Are you staring at me? The girls voice broke into my fantasies, shattering the perfect allusion of her writing surface. I met her gaze at last, noting dimly that her relatively attractive brown eyes were dull in comparison to the brilliance of the orange that she held.
Not at all, I responded with a careful smile, looking back at her notebook.
The girl gave me a suspicious look before walking away quickly. She glanced over her shoulder only once befor
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