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Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire Essay

AN: Yet another English assignment. This is just an essay I had to do for The Crucible ...
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Journal I - Conformity

AN: These "journal entries" are assignments that our English teacher had us do, and I felt like sharing! So here you go. Hope you enjoy.
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Everyone on this planet is different and unique. We have been told this since we were old enough to understand what unique means. But sometimes, being too unique isn't a healthy thing. Sometimes one needs to fit into society and in order to do so, one nust conform to the expectations of that society.

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Reminiscence, Chapter 1

Running through the rain, back to the only shelter I know, I can still hear their laughter. That’s all that they ever do, laugh. They always tell me that I’m a freak, that I’m worthless, and that I’m not good enough to be around them. It’s all because my parents died when I was little and no one would take me in. So I have to live in the abandoned warehouse at the edge of town that everyone says is haunted. And it’s because of this rumor that I’ve been labeled a freak. Everyone says that I’m a devil-worshiper and that I use the ghosts of the warehouse to cause all of the disasters in town. None of the schools will let me in, so I don’t have an education, which just adds to the viciousness of the rumors.

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Nature

The sweet smell
Of the air
Out here, all alone
In these woods
Surrounded by
A myriad of colors
And uncountable lives
Every step brings
Something new
To my senses
The sound of a bird
Calling to its mate
A bug climbing
Up the trunk of a tree
The sound of
A nearby stream
Where the fish
Are swimming freely
Going wherever
The current takes them
The bear lying in wait

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