About My Cat:

I hated my cat. The very first time that my mom brought him over to the house I felt that he had a very condescending attitude, nothing like a dog. It stared at my with its big despotic eyes showing power and making me feel inferior. I know that you might think that I am crazy for speaking about my cat like this but he was evil. It would walk with such a haughty manner across the couch and would flap his tail on my leg. Believe me I tried bonding with this cat but nothing seemed to work. The only person he would relate to was my mother. It seemed like it hated me for being her biological son. To tell you the truth I was pretty apathetic towards the cat because I an not a cat person so it really didn’t bother me. It just looked evil. I guess it was the lack of vitality that it had. If I tried to touch him he would immediately run away or try to bite me. He was nothing like my dog the cat was completely sedentary. One morning after having had the cat for about a month my mom came into my room and asked if I wanted to keep the cat, and I said yes. Now, I have learned to like my cat as he is. He is a cat, not a dog. He behaves differently and I must accept him. Who would’ve thought that all he needed was a little love.

About Me:

I fear that I might be becoming more insipid as I grow older because I don’t find sports interesting.

I felt frenetic when I received my first college acceptance letter.

I really like that my arguments are always cogent because my opponents agree with me.

I get accused of having a didactic tone of voice when I tell someone to do something.

I don't believe in the phenomenon of aliens, i think its a conspiracy theory.

I have been blessed to speak with such eloquence because all of the speeches that I make are written with delicacy.

I tend to have a plausible excuse when I miss school it is never because I don’t feel like going.

Having a big heart impedes me from being selfish and not caring about other peoples feelings.

I remember that I got an ample amount of apples when my uncle found a 120 pound sack of red apples.

I hate biology, its almost cryptic to me I have never understood it.

I cant help but to move with extreme torpor every morning when I wake up to go to school.

I tend to give florid speeches because they tend to flow and sound smart.

I have suppressed my feelings in the past because I have been to scared to share them with the world but not anymore.

When I was little I was an ostentatious child, always jumping on couches and tables trying to get attention from people.

I consider myself a very assiduous person because I spend hours working on my moms garden during the summer time.

I used to try and make my mom buy me toys by using the compelling reason about my father being absent from my life.

About My Mother:

I have always promised my mother that I will never put her in an asylum because I lover her and I want to take care of her myself.

I alleviate my mothers back pain by giving her some aspirin to reduce the pain from working hard.

I can never lie to my mom; she always makes me feel dubious when she asks what I did with my friends. Its as if I think I’m lying to her.

My mother becomes weary when she notices people outside of our house because she knows that a lot of burglars live close by.

I have a feeling that my mom surreptitiously looks for incriminating things in my room when I’m gone to try and see if I’m doing bad things.

It was quite a coupe when I convinced my mom to let me go to San Antonio with my friends for free.

I hate my moms superfluous speeches about life and my future because they make me feel like I’m growing up and it’s a scary thought.

My mom’s Christmas tree was so ornate that you could easily think that it came from a Macy’s store.

I have formed an alliance with my mom to stand up against the neighbors cat that keeps trashing our trash.

My mom has always given me gratuitous clothes and money because I am her son and she loves me very much.

Every time I make egregious errors on my writing my mom goes bananas and she makes me write the mistake over and over again until I get it right.

I tend to act servile when my mom feels tired because I want for her to be able to rest and not do anything else.

I try to great my mom with extreme ebullience when she gets home so that I can make her day a little better after working hard.

I love talking about my mother’s integrity because she has been such a good woman and it’s intact.

I did not believe my mothers assertion when she said that she had never seen the movie Grease.

I idealize my mother because she is a wonderful mother who takes care of me and cares a lot about my future and goals.

I think that my mom catalogs our expenses to make it easier for her to control the fact that she loves to spend money.


I hate that my mom thinks I’m naïve and I don’t know what I want to do with my life because I am 17 years old.

My mother and I emigrated to the United States to try and get a better education.

I think my mom fears the inevitable when it comes to letting me go to college and

A Day at the Beach:

A few weeks ago a couple of timorous friends decided to go to the beach by themselves. Never before had they decided to sneak out of their house and succeed in planning their meticulous plan to escape on a one night out. They had planned a sleep over at Justin’s house, which was the most rational thing to do since his house was close to the beach. After watching two movies and eating an immense amount of popcorn they decided it was time to sneak out and start their clandestine plan. First they decided to grab the keys to the SUV from the counter in the kitchen. They sent Maria, the intrepid football player, to fulfill the fastidious task. After they had obtained the keys they hopped on the car and hit the highway. When they finally reached the ponderous beach they decided to play some volleyball. They had taken Kahlo, Susana’s little Chihuahua, and Pancake, Jakes small wiener dog mix. The dogs were just so affable, and everybody loved spending time with them. As the sun started to come up and illuminate all that was there, a few of the girls started to feel sleepy and a bit listless and crashed in the warm seductive sand. Immediately after, everyone was sleeping on the sand. Kahlo and Pancake soon felt alone and decided to start to play with the volleyball that was in proximity. Suddenly Kahlo heard a girl screaming. Kahlo, noticed a woman screaming her lungs out and had fallen to the ground near the shore. Kahlo, diligently tried to go and see what was wrong with the woman but she suddenly became unconscious. Both Pancake and Kahlo ran towards the group and started barking spontaneously. It took about five minutes until their dogged efforts ultimately ended with Jake waking up and noticing the woman lying on the shore with a wound to her shoulder. Jake ran with profound silence to try and help the poor woman. She had gone into cardiac arrest and he proceeded to call 911. When the ambulance got there they were able to stabilize the woman and take her to the hospital. The paramedics congratulated Jake and his friends for calling 911 in a time of great need. They condemned the individual that had caused for this woman to almost die on the shores of the Galveston coast. After everyone had left the beach only Jake and his friends knew exactly who the true hero was, Kahlo. She had modestly stayed in the background when everyone was being congratulated for doing a good deed when it was her who was the hero. She noticed that there was a problem and she barked to get human help for the poor woman in need. Sometimes a trivial outing could save a life from ending.

About My Father:

I have always felt indifferent towards my mother for not talking about my indolent father. My mother has always been benevolent who was always concerned with my well being since I was born. I don’t remember a lot about him the lack of clarity with what happened years ago is very obscure. I still remember the last day I saw him. I felt that he felt vindicated after all that he had done. My last words are now so futile. After that day I have heard nothing from him and it kills me to see how much he doesn’t seem to love me. All of these years not a single letter, phone call, email have reached me. Nothing seems to mollify me when I know that he is out there living his life like I never existed. My intuition tells me that I need to let the thoughts of him go. I need to learn how to be staid in everything I do.

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