first generation

she grew up in two worlds she went to a predominantly white school then when she went home, she opened the door into Latin America she had a private education at a public school but her father would raise her as if she lived in a third world country rather than a nice American city …

Every Once in a While

I see her every once in a while. I see her in the photos she’s not included in anymore. I see her in my father’s tattoo, in between his shoulder blades. I see her in the empty chair at family gatherings. I see her in the bracelet that I never take off. I see her …

Beach Day

 The car door opened for Carter and he leaps onto the seat. His tail thumped loudly against the worn leather; his collar jingling happily. He barked at the couple organizing the trunk with the beach day equipment. The two people looked up, smiling at the dog. The brunette reached over the backseat, giving the Lab …

It’s Nothing

Her eyes snapped open. All she could see was white. After a moment, she noticed the rotation of her ceiling fan. She sat up in bed, scanning her room. She paused, squinting at the clothes piled on her chair, before moving on. Nothing seemed out of place, but something had woken her. She swung her …

My Fantasy Dream Home

Edit So, this assignment is about imagery. I had to pick a book and find all seven types of imagery. I chose Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets because the series has a special place in my heart. I have to write a story about a wizard, what their home would look like, and …

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