I remember the simple misplace of my notebook becoming into a full-size war with my mother. Suddenly, my brainless comment on leaving, rewinds over and over in my mind, leaving me with only sorrow and regret. ... I see my little black boots in the air and turn around to see my mother pushing me swiftly, letting me be fearless and unafraid. ... Slowly, I stop the force underneath my legs and gently step off the swing, my single retreat to live my dreams and overlook my fears. ... I ring the doorbell with tears falling to my cheeks, waiting only for my mother to be at the other side....

• Word Count: 519
• Approx Pages: 2
• Grade Level: High School

I told myself it was one of my more endearing qualities. ... And since, as a rule, I do, I found it easy to change my non-post-haste ways. ... Or you can carry a notebook and pen and write a curmudgeonly essay on how you hate to be kept waiting. ... ACTUALLY, I find that being made to wait bothers me a lot less now that I'm eight years into my new career. ... Waiting in my car for drop-offs and pickups. ...

• Word Count: 812
• Approx Pages: 3
• Grade Level: High School