ware of. It can be difficult to find them at times, and it consumes a lot of my time; I'm sometimes late for school because I'm still looking for my socks. I'm not complaining; I just

rummaged through my mother's

g under a clear sky with millions of stars wishing you a good night. I've never been anywhere else because my mother never let me go anywhere, and she dislikes t

, but she couldn't help but keep an eye on me. So she went to my classmates' house and found out that I wasn't there to review our lessons. She called me on my cell phone and expressed her disappointment with me. I didn't enjoy the fiesta because I was preoccupied wit

let her choose my major because I believed I should make that decision on my own, but I eventually caved to her request. I'd like to major in art with a writing concentration. It's a shame I can't share my poetry and short stories with the rest of th

e that something was changing within me as I grew older. Not in a physical sense, but rather in an emotional sense. I've developed a strong sense of sensitivity to things, and I feel as if I understand every detail of what's going on. That strikes me as strange

stion of why it was transported there alone and apart from the others. Is it possible that the other rocks conspired with the ocean and told him he'd be washed away? Or has the rock simply decided not to be washed away by the waves and to stay put because he's had enough of the other rocks? That doesn't make any sense to you,

eeling those emotions because I can feel them right down to my bones. In reality, I couldn't explain it well enough. I thought that having a positive attitude toward my surroundings would

fast and dashed out the door. I'll say it again: i

to stop hiding my socks.

of the road while riding my bicycle down the road. As I got closer, I realized it was a kitten. It had suffered severe injuries. It appeared to have sus

?' As I gazed at t

he fact that its voice is so small, it screams

won't be able to

the feeling I despise. When other people see a kitten crying for help, they simply walk past it, continue on their way,

n the kitten and wrapped them in a small piece of cloth. I was extremely gentle with it. I called one of my classmates to inform him that I would be attending the next class and would have to miss t

get home from school,' she says. I a

he kitten and entrusted her with it, telling her t

, what time you'll b

, ma', I

k we needed to finish. I returned home right away because I needed to finish some paperwork and buy kitt

nd lying on the cloth I had prepared for her earlier in the day. My heart had been shattered into a

for them to do nothing whenever someone or something requests their help. That, however, is not my way of thinking; I place a high value on life. I've always believed that we only have one life, and if there is any way we can

y kitten in both of m

. too late to go home.' I