I smell the sweet fragrance of
the rose petals which was scattered on the elegant red carpet. While walking on
it, I was astounded by the melodious romantic song playing. I, wearing a
gorgeous, shining, shimmering and glittering gown, was feeling very nervous. I
was the center of attraction that I saw the crowd starring at me. Then, there
was a mysterious guy who offered his hands showing that he wants me to dance
with him.
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You can call me ‘Nicole’ as
people often called me. I’m 15 years old, fourth year high school student. I’m
just a simple and ordinary girl. I’m a picture of a girl with straight, long
and black hair not that pointed nose, tender pinkish lips, and a bit sparkly
little eyes, with brown complexion and an average height.
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But unluckily, I can’t find it
that time so instead, I wear my old unfashioned eyeglasses. I was really
rushing that I even forgot to comb my hair.
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Unfortunately it was right
behind his, "Did you see your face in the mirror again... I know it gets
me down everyday."
“Then turn around and you won't have to see it." I said bitterly.
“Then turn around and you won't have to see it." I said bitterly.
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For example, women have
typically not been allowed to work in "death professions." I am sure
that as our society grows everyone will have an equal chance at these wonderful
jobs. I found it appalling that he even objected to differential treatment of
children in hostage situations.
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The person I like the most is
my dad. He is a man of balanced personality with full of love. Everyone says
that to them their mother means everything. Their mothers are the one who
taught them how to walk, eat, manners and all other basic things.
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I have always seen my dad
working 12 hours a day. I have always seen him working hard. I always
ask him to take a vacation, but he never does taking me to the boarding school
which has 3 hours drive. He says that he enjoys working.
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If someone asks me “Who is the
promising person I have ever met, I would say my dad”. Till 19 years I have
never seen my dad breaking his promise, until and unless something really
serious comes up.
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The
bird chirped into a light breeze which carried her song throughout Enchanted
Forest. As each creature awoke to this tune they knew it was time and arose.
Morning had come. Various scents filled the air while flowers opened up their
pedals in hopes of absorbing some heat. Meanwhile clouds filled up above,
pouring water atop everything. All living things scattered about, vanishing
from sight. Maybe tomorrow will be better..
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Everyone knows that mother’s
love is the greatest in the world. When I see how my mother behaves towards my
father, brothers, sisters and me, I am filled with pride. In everything that
she does, there is a touch of love. Even when she washes the dishes, she makes
sure that they are clean so that no one in her family will become ill.
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Jim runs. Quickly he moves. Legs pump up and
down. Arms swing rapidly. Sweat pours freely from a sticky face. Nostrils flare
with air.
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The she loves her family is proved every day. When my youngest brother is very hungry late in the night and cries for milk, she wakes up at once to make for him, even if she is tired or ill. In the same way, she wakes up before all the others and goes to bed last, so that everyone in the family can receive her care. If anyone in the family is ill, she is the one who is the most worried.
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Such care and love no one in
the world can give to me
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