My Suicide Story

It was the first day of fall, September 22, My family and I were moving to a new a new town called Tree Hill where her my father Tony had got an promotion. I was upset because I didn’t want to leave my home town, or my friends. Sarah aren’t you excited for your new...

My Relation to Women’s Suffrage

It was a splendid morning, as the sun’s luminous rays radiated from behind my curtains. I was awaiting my mother’s arrival from her early morning activities, because we needed to catch the train to a suffragette protest. Although we strongly enjoyed talking about the...

The Importance of Trust

It was a relaxing and lazy sort of day. The air was still, the leaves were hardly rustling, and nothing much seemed to be happening. It was the sort of day that something leads to mischief. Inside my brother and I were sitting around, not doing anything in particular....