Part one of term paper
The streets are silent as a sanctuary. The sun is still asleep in its bed of clouds and the only thing open is Waffle House. The clock on the dashboard of the car reads 5:58 a.m. The temperature reads 31 degrees Farenhieght. Although most of other kids my age are within the warm heat of their homes in their cozy beds still dreaming abou ...

Part two of term paper
... pull my sleepy self out of the car at the Cardinal tennis courts the cold winter chill hits my face like a lighting bolt. My red hair, which usually illuminates my blue-green eyes, is tied back under a white Hard Rock Café hat from London. The brim of my hat hides my lightly colored angel kisses, which are scattered across my baby doll cheeks. I am a big bulky Eskimo waiting to fish. Dressed in gloves and a blue Adidas wind suit with more layers than you can count underneath I wonder why I am ...