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I lay down and sigh. Who knew that a simple summer party would lead to this. My mom looks sympathetically over at me. We wait for what seems like forever for the doctor to return. Finally, Doctor Mark pushes open the door. "Good news, Lauren." I sit up, only causing pain to sear through my calf. "Your leg isn't broken." I instantly light up. "You do have three fractures..." My smile shatters at these words.

rainy

As she sat in her car, as the rain pelted her windows, as tears streamed down her face, he though of her. It was a rainy day after all.

I grew up in a house full of beliefs, and opinions. When Ma got yellow fever, the biggest opinions came out. The biggest arguments took place. Ma was always strict. She was a strong woman with fierce grey eyes and a teeny-tiny waist. The reason she was so strict: she cared about Bridget and I. Pa was fairly different from Ma. He was a comfortable looking man with soft blue eyes and thin lips that were always turned up in a smile. He understood me the most. More than anyone else. One argument changed my life forever. "Phil, you must send Bridget and Cassandra away. The girls cannot live with sickness everywhere!" When she had yellow fever, Ma barely spoke, but when she did it was always this. "No. I insist that the girls stay here. Bridget is not even four. She is too young to be without a mother. And Cass? What about her? She loves Bridget more than anything, we cannot send one away without the other!"

blast

When a snatched open the door, a blast of wind hit me. It was more than that though, because it made me turn around.

chief

I gulp. Mother always warned me not to go into Indian Territory. I must have wandered in accidentally when I was gathering twigs for a fire. A boy with big dark eyes looks up at me. He runs away dropping the leaves he was collecting and shouting in his very odd dialect. I stop, frozen. The boy comes back with a tall, dark skinned man. He has paint all over his body and is wearing animal skulls and feathers. He must be the chief.

I wake up on January 1st with a new outlook on life. I've had mistakes, decisions, and ideas. And now, it's the start of a new year. A new decade. A new century. It's a fresh start, a new beginning.

Positively nothing.

As I waited for the man to activaite my checking account, he stared at the amount of money in my hand. No average teenager has this much cash. I mean, I am holding $50,000 here! I follow his glance. "14 years of hard work, school raffles, and saving up," I say. I can tell he's not convinced. I'm not either.

After working eight hours at DiJono's Pizzeria, I finally get my free meal a day. Mrs. DiJono hands me a slice of pizza and a box of three breadsticks. "Thanks," I mutter. With the salary I get, she could have at least offered some pepper.

mist

I got up and stumbled out of the tent. Everyone else was still asleep, though the sun was rising. I decided to walk down to the lake. A damp mist clung in the air, like a blanket.

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