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we read about how he was going to kill that man cause he kept raping his wife every night and not caring how she felt. He made his own child cry because what he was doing to her mom and Ed didn't like it either. But a few days later he saw the girl and and they talked about trying to save her and her mother but he said he will try. So what he did was go to the last address on the card them watched her for a few days then went back and looked for that man that kept raping his wife. He had saw he walking down the street and ask him did he need a ride so the man got and tried to start explaining his address but Ed had already known where he lived at so he told him to go and stand out in the middle of the road. Ed got out and had a gun and start asking him questions about why would he rape his wife and kpet making her and her child cry. He said he didn't know so Ed put the gun to the back of his neck and shot him.

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My top 3 post: Friends, me and my life, treat others the way you want to be treated.  The all tell about me and the things I do. How people judge me from the outside and not the inside people don’t know how others feel they just think they do.

Best example of creativity: my home town life, me and how I feel, and what makes a person them.  I explained how I wanted something different in life and I wanted others to treat me with respect and not be who I am. People always judge but never know how I feel or care to ask.

Evidence of my growth as a writer: friends, treat others the same way, and the way I act. I treat people like this because that’s how they treat me and I not a mean person I just mad easy.

Proof I am a thinker/learner: Hunger games final project 7 do you know what love is: I get better and better at writing each time I write. But people always say I’m not going to be anything in life but how they know. I’m actually really smart and know a lot. I not a friendly person I like to just keep to myself mostly.

The world as i see it

Its different

From when I was

Younger I'm

Just changing to fit

In.

I feel like the

Worlds getting

Tighter than ever

Was before.

People change the world

By not

Caring what others do

Or think.

But why nit we

Are all the same

Is there

Something I can do

Or say

To make you feel

The same way.

Where Dreams Are Made

Where Dreams Are Made

Idk

IDK

I’m thinking

Will it still be?

The same

Between us or not

But why

Can’t I do me?

And you

Do you without me

In your

Life

I’m sorry

I don’t back track

Like other’s

I’m different in many

Ways move

On try to start

A new

Life in a new

World somewhere

Far out in the

country

Thinking

Thinking

I think day and night

But why just me

Do I have to or not

Why can’t I just be?

Myself for once!

I see you

Do you see me?

Different but why

Not the same?

Is it always going?

To be like this or are

You going to understand

I’m not different I am

Just the same

Not in ways

And not in looks

But we are

Still people in many ways

Do we have to look alike?

But you can

Still be in the same color

As me.

You don’t have to

Like it I

Won‘t mind

Me

Me

Hi my name is Aysia and I would like for you to get to know me. I like to read, write, draw, have fun, and hang with my friends and family. But I dislike people that are fake and talk about people behind their back when they can just say it to their face.

Blissfully, I walked with my little nephew down the street thinking it was going to be a good day. Until somebody had said something it had made me mad so I didn’t say a thing. I waited angrily for them to return back outside. Every second more I had to wait I would get more frustrated. They thought that I was going to let them off with a warning but couldn't for one more day. She is a girl that used to hang out with my older nephew, and we used to live near her we moved because we wanted to get away from all the mess that was going on in Concord. Well what I did to her is I dragged her down the street by her hair and put I bold stop in the back of her head.

I stood  there think of something to say, but no words would come out, I was  wondering what would happen the next day. People talked and didn’t listen i just wondering why.