Possibilities

6:30 AM in the morning and my alarm started to burst off beside my ear. I had to wake up early because of my finals. It's my first exam and I'm all prepared to pass this semester with flying colors and FINALLY get out of this boring school. I jumped out of bed and rushed to the washroom to go and get prepared... “You can do it Hazel, trust yourself! You can do it!” I comforted myself while brushing my teeth, mumbling some much-needed encouraging words. I have been quite unfortunate with my experiences in life but I hope today is the day when I will break that pattern of misfortune. I stood in front of the mirror and brushed my long shiny black hair. Instead of braids I decided on a ponytail. I checked myself and brushed off any invisible dust off my uniform. I applied tint over my rosy cheeks, and my favorite lip gloss on my beautiful plump lips. I was often complimented for my blue eyes which I got from my mom, but due to lack of sleep during exams I sadly ruined their beauty and

Daniel Anderson was in an on and off relationship of 5 years with Joyce Smith. A beautiful woman with all the qualities a guy would ever want. She was gorgeous, smart, sporty, adventurous and what not.She was the fashionista of our highschool and always scored good grades. Her father was a rich man. But unfortunately he didn't really care for her as he was always busy with his work. Joyce wished that her father stopped worrying about the materialistic things and cared about her for once. "Happiness is never found in materialistic things; It exists in things that cannot be physically possessed. Therefore happiness is priceless. It can never be purchased. Love is happiness" - Ellen J. Barrier Sadly, I had a crush on Daniel but they both looked hot together. Basically, I was confused if I'm happy for him or if I want him. Well, I never really cared much.Daniel was the crush of majority senior and junior female students whereas Joyce was the crush of majority senior and junior student

In the cold, unforgiving walls of the jail, my heart raced as I waited for my fate to unfold. The dimly lit cell seemed to constrict around me, its shadows casting eerie shapes that danced like specters. I sat on a cold, hard bunk, my once-pristine dress now a symbol of the injustice that had brought me here.The weight of my own innocence pressed down on me, a heavy burden that no one else in this place to share.The sound of echoing footsteps grew louder, and my heart pounded in my chest. The cell door creaked open, and two stern-faced police officers entered. Their uniforms were crisp, their expressions unyielding, as they approached me with a measured pace."You.." one of them said, his voice gruff, "you know why you're here, right?"Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded. "But I didn't do it," I whispered, my voice quivering.The other officer, a woman with a hint of sympathy in her eyes, spoke gently, "We have evidence that links you to the crime, Witnesses saw you near the scen