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I watched diligently as he slid a dark worm on a lure. I was trying take in everything he was showing me, it was tradition. His dad taught him to fish and now he was teaching me, his daughter. I wanted to be the son he never had; I wanted to make him proud.
You've encountered a wild Pokemon!
You should never let someone decide your value, only you have the price tag and marker.
Elect Leslie Knope for city council 2012.
She thought that her being smart made her clever. She was so wrong, for she lacked creativity.
She thought that her being smart made her clever, but she was so wrong. She didn't have the key ingredient, creativeness.
"Monsters aren't real," my mom reassured me.
I nodded by head, wiped away my tears, and got back in bed. I always believed her as a kid but now I know they are real. Monsters might not have gnashing teeth or huge claws, but they do exist. Monsters are the people that tear you down at school, the boss that picks on you, and the politicians who seem to have no sympathy for foreigners. I'm talking to you Mr. Trump.
What happened to the golden rule?
Why do we have to wear emotional armor to protect ourselves?
Why can't we just be nice to one another?
I looked up at the blue sky watching the airplanes go by, enjoying my summer break. Suddenly, a dark, vast portal opened up above me, and what appeared to be a flying saucer emerged from the hole. It levitated over the ground as I looked in horror. "Who are you and what do you want?" I screamed. A bright light beamed from the bottom of their aircrafts as two green figures marched toward me. "Ixfazaljaima," one of the aliens murmured. They could tell by the confused look on my face I had no idea what they said.
"Sorry do you speak English?" the other one said in a Boston accent.
"Yes, did you not here me speaking it earlier?" I answer back.
"No, we can't hear anything through the glass," they explain.
"Well, what did you come here for anyways?"
"We wanted to know if you would like to help us carry out a plan?"
"And what might that be?"
"We come from a planet that can see into your planet's future. If he becomes President you will all suffer.
"Who's he?"
"Donald Trump. We have a plan to assassinate him."
Without much thought I say, "Beam me up."
I run down the wet brick road, trying to get away. I take cover next to some dark trash bags in a nearby alley. I'm camouflaged thanks to my black coat. He runs straight pass me. What did he want from me?
Suddenly, he stops, turning around slowly; I can see the shiny pistol in his hand. I try to find something to defend myself with, but in doing so, one of the trashcans falls over with a loud, metallic clang.
He spots me and I'm on the run again. Why doesn't he just shoot?
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