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2. Horace Mantis Essay By: Abril H. I put my books, pencils, and other stuffs in the back pack. Took my make‐up, put a CD and sat down on my bed. It was odd to think that the same guys who sing that song had just been in this room studying. Who would know I´ll go to the same school they do? That day I was focused on writing when suddenly someone opened a door and I hit myself against it. I fell and all my papers fly. ‐I’m so sorry ‐Are you ok? ‐Let me help you ‐I’m ok, it was my fault. In my old school I was used to the hallways. I wasn’t paying attention. ‐ My voice sounded normal but in the inside I was shaking. ‐ Oh, you’re new‐ Kevin said ‐Do you want us to help you find the next class? ‐Nick said ‐Yes, thanks ‐And what’s your name? ‐ Joe asked me giving me the papers ‐I’m Abril The next day they came to my locker smiling at me. ‐Hi, I think we have something yours by mistake‐ Joe gave me the paper I had been looking for. ‐Thank you, I thought I had lost it ‐Did you write it? ‐ Kevin asked ‐Yeah, I was distracted because of it yesterday ‐Is really good ‐Nick said ‐Do you want to be a writer?‐ Joe asked ‐I would love to, but my parents say I should work at something less risky. ‐ I don’t think there’s a job without risks. ‐Kevin is right and if you like that much, you should try it‐ Nick told me. I look them in the eyes and I realize they were right, after all they had went through a lot to be where they were. ‐Yeah, sometimes you have to fight for what you want and this is what I want. ‐I agree‐ Joe saidSince the day I met them I was so excited of going to school I and I was so inspired to write. They give me the strength to fight for my dreams and don’t give up because the best was be with them, be their friend.
3. Horace Mantis Essay By: Bree H. It was an ordinary Monday morning. I pulled my old, red Volkswagen into the school parking lot. I was disappointed to leave my car because my favorite part of lovebug was playing. I straightened my dress, took another glance inthe mirror, and got out. I turned to see a motorcycle and a sidecar parked next to me. I looked at it with one eyebrow raised. “No,” I thought, “It couldn’t be.” As I walked to my locker I dropped my pencil. I sighed and bent down to pick it up. I always tend to do clumsy things. I stood up much too quickly and...
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