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The ghost walks the school hallways with her head bent down. Whether it's in sadness, anger, or shame, no one can ever tell. This poor ghost who much rather have stayed at home, Carries her misfortunes around with her wherever she goes. Everyone, every second, of every day, begs her to explain herself With a tear in their eyes and concern in their voices, But her feelings and body turn deathly cold to their touch "Do not ask me!" she cries out to the crowd, anger shaking "It is through no fault of mine these things have happened to me! I only wanted, to breathe again, to love again, to be happy… Once more, and if this cannot be

                              Alexia could hear the birds chirping outside her bedroom window while she groggily dragged herself out of her deep sleep. She half-heartedly tried to remember what she had been dreaming of, and had the funniest notion that it had to do with strawberries and ice cream. Her stomach growled at the thought of food, so she dragged herself out of bed and got ready for the day that patiently awaited her.                           Mimi, her pure-bread Persian cat, lay sleeping on Alexia's bedroom rug, sprawled out in the cozy mid-summer sunlight. What a lazy cat, thought Alexia, as she gingerly tip-toed over the nappin

    For many people, the unthinkable has become real. All the waiting, praying, and jokes to offset anxiety has been boiled down to the winner of this year's election: Trump. I cannot begin to fathom the feelings some of you must have right now, my heart and mind are full of sadness and disbelief. I know many of you have echoed this sentiment in the last day or so.    But listen to this.    The country may be divided. You may be terrified, anxious, worried out of your goddamn mind, but listen to this.    From 1973 to 1978, Harvey Milk trailblazed his way through the politics of San Francisco as an openly gay man, leaving an amazing lega