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Acne Gone Wild…
As the school year progressed, my acne was getting worse. It was so bad that on some days I didn’t want to go to school because I was getting picked on because of my acne. It was like puberty was punishing me. My mom knew how unhappy I was feeling about my acne and I…
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Classmate Lost…
Eighth grade would be the year that I would experience losing someone who I knew. It was not a family member or anyone close to the family. This was a wake-up call, as they say, when you realize what life is and you begin to think about what it means to be alive. The realization…
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Tumbleweed And Bruises…
In Junior High School there was this unwritten code when challenging someone to a fight that had to be followed. First there had to be a reason to fight. Fights just did not start randomly. Then there must be a witness to the “Calling Out” to make it valid. Once the “Calling Out” was agreed…
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Return…
Just before the new school year was about to begin, our bags were packed again and sitting by the door of the house where we were staying. We had barely been in North Miami Beach for two weeks. Once again, we were going somewhere, and this time we were going back home to Las Vegas.…
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Two Weeks Gone…
I was a year younger than my mom’s friend’s older son and a few months older than his younger brother. The three of us were close in age but very different visually. I had brown hair and hazel-colored eyes. They had reddish blondish colored hair and brown-green eyes. Maybe more brown than green though. They…








