.... red one over there," and handed me the keys. Still dazed by the sudden entrance in to "The Spell" we sped off in our wee red Ford Fiesta. Every so many hundred yards along the road signs reminded us to "Drive to the left." On the open road it was no problem, however moments later in the congestion of Wexford I was near panic, yelling at Travis to help remind me what side of the street I was on. It didn't help that he often mixes left and right up in his mind, some sort of hereditary functional disorder. I almost broke out in sweat when I had to make my first right turn feel .....

.... every day. He dreamed about how much better his life was going to be, unconsciously pushing the pedal harder and harder acting like a knife as he mercilessly cut a path through the wet night air. All of a sudden there was a sickening thud as the car hit something rather large. Shit!. I don't have time for a pathetic, dead animal! Jack slowed and pulled the car to a halt on the gravel. Turning the engine off, he sat listening to the patter of the rain in a state of total disbelief. Glancing at the dull glow of the clock which read 10:45 and leaving the headlights and wipers .....

.... challenge to date. As a third grader attending a new elementary school in a new country, I felt left out because of my inability to communicate and adapt with the environment. Some kids assumed that I did not understand them at all, so they made rude remarks about me and my race. I understood them, maybe not completely, but I knew the intent of their messages. All that I had was my Apple II computer at which I just sat and programmed when I came home from school. At home, my parents pressured me to study all of the time, but I was frustrated and wanted to return to Vie .....

.... no doubt, results from transporting great weights, I can produce no inferences about its owner. You, I should imagine, feel like you have known her all your life?" "He, Watson, he. I conclude that the possessor of this book bag is a young man of a scholarly nature, most likely a teenager, a student of various academic disciplines. His eyesight is most likely poor, and it seems that he is very exceptional, but tries to make up for his faults. He obviously prefers to perform simple tasks in exciting, unusual ways, likes a good discussion, and is not afraid to reveal his op .....

.... and pressed the button marked "20." He stood there, waiting. With a humming sound, the elevator started its quick ascension. Stepping out at his floor, Jake looked around and spotted the door marked "2024." "Okay, its only 2:54, I still have one minute left." Jake grasped the knob, turning it and pushing at the same time. The door swung open into a small, warm looking room. In the center there sat a small receptionist's desk, and a blond woman sat there. "Good afternoon, Ms. ..." "(3****), she said, "You would be Mr. Jake Burgess?" "Yes, I am him. Is Dr. Smi .....

.... the Milkers want," he slurred, tipping this way and that, almost losing his balance. "Then it's a war they'll get." His statement was met with a round of deafening cheers, which soon died back down. "You are all people of war... and when we clash tomorrow, I want you to do what you do best. I want you to destroy whoever gets in your way." Another round of cheers exploded, then died down. "Tomorrow, milk will be released from the confines of their bodies... it will flow through o'er the plains like a river... and will dye the moon white!" He held up his large tankard of ale .....

.... This skinny man with his apron tied around his small waste started to bustle around picking up a few boxes, “Sorry about the mess,” he replied, in a strong southern accent “just a few days ago we met head on with a twister.” I looked at my cousin with a slight smirk on my face. I knew we were thinking the same thing, “that was rather ironic.” I turned to the worker and replied, “it was no inconvenience to us.” We continued to walk into the store and found that there was another part to the building that was made into a café. The whole reason we had gone to this store w .....

.... nervous. That was all everyone talked about on the small shaded streets of Prince Rupert. "Billy, Billy!" Henry yelled. Snapping out of his dream world Billy relied "What?" "Go down town and pick up some eggs would ya?" "Yeah sure Dad." As he walked down the street Billy pondered if he was really doing the right thing. He had convinced himself that since Christmas was the time for giving and he was just getting a little extra cash so he could give some more to his girlfriend; he was doing the right thing. As he looked around the normal hang out s .....