.... on the inside of the plane. Most people would think the indents weren’t anything but decoration, but I remember placing the miniature Fisher Price plastic people in them and flying them around my house. I grab the plane and hold it, remembering the good times I had with it. While moving my hand up the sides of it I can feel how aged it really is. The surface is cold, almost as if the airplane had been lonely the past thirteen years waiting for that little three-year old boy to hold it again. The exterior of the plane is as smooth a newborn baby except for a few deep scratches here and there. I place the plane back on the table and push it .....

.... Looking in todays society slavery is still the same nightmare it was then. People in South Africa and Iran wake to this same nightmare everyday. They have no personal rights or freedoms at all. Everyday they live in fear for their lives. If its not being threatened by their own government its being threatened by the lack of food they receive. Imagining the things they go through everday makes me wonder about my freedoms. Why is it that I can go to my refrigerator whenever I want and be able to get a nice, clean drink of water. When Meanwhile in some foreign country some 10 year old kid, who has the same thirst as I do has to go to a lake where th .....

.... those who didn't. "Bring us intoxicating chemicals, so that we may celebrate," ordered the king. "I'm sorry, Mr. King Syphilis," replied the servant. "You banished all the chemical engineers to the powder mines, so we cannot make the intoxicating chemicals anymore." King Syphilis was quite mad. Nobody talked back to him and go away with it. "Bring me my plutonium phasor gun, so that I may vaporize this impudent guy," ordered the king. "I'm sorry, my good King Syphilis," replied another servant. "Since you deported all the nuclear engineers to the powder mines, we have been unable to operate the plutonium powered phasor gun." Now the king was re .....

.... to commute to work will go there via electric trolleys that are driven by robots. These trolleys will go everywhere throughout the city. People who have to use a car or truck will use one that runs on a hydrogen-powered fuel cell. Energy for the city will be provided though numerous applications. The power will come from windmills in the countryside, a dam, and energy for the home will be produced through roofs made out of solar panels. The energy will also help produce hydrogen to provide energy when the sun is not out. In Sumitville there will no longer be any use of coal, oil, or gas. Food will be very easy to produce. Farmers in the countryside wi .....

.... he was going. So now there is a grandmother weeping, a nervous rookie cop, and an upset missing teenager; what is the family to do now. They just lost their dad, and son, and now his child has taken off. Talk about a nightmare of a morning. After Jesse took off his grandmother sat there on the couch, clutching the work shirt of her dead son crying, "Oh Edward, Oh Edward." The cries echoed through the empty house as the grandmother sat there in tears. "How could this have happened?" Thought Jesse to himself, "he was just in Green Bay and now he's dead. Who did this? They will get theirs." The only thing that kept Jesse going was his hatred. .....

.... often went to the nurse's office. After going there a couple of times, over a two-week period, she told me that I couldn't go anymore, but I sneaked passed her and went anyway. A week later, I got hurt again, so I snuck past her again even though she had told me not to go. That afternoon, she insulted me in front of everybody in the class; thus, I thought of her as a mean witch. Later that school year, I accidentally placed my finger in the doorway and someone slammed it without knowing my finger was there. She didn't care; therefore, she didn't tell me what to do. Consequently, I had to hold the two parts of my finger and run upstairs alone. Even tho .....

.... a cup from the cabinet I saw in the reflection of the glass a blue sheet on the refrigerator. I immediately turned around and there I saw under a magnet, on the refrigerator, the summer reading list! I wanted to start reading as soon as possible. Although I wanted to see how many books I could read that were on the summer reading list but would not have to go to the library to get a hold of. My mother is a big book reader so I checked her collection and I found one. "The Terminal Man" By: Michael Crichton. To my surprise I actually enjoyed reading this book. I don't like reading that much, I rather watch a movie. This book however was differe .....

.... information. The final of the three icons takes the shape of a sun. The sun is illuminated whenever the computer is on. Near the very top of the box there is a rectangular slot which measures 1� by 5 ¼� where the CR-ROM drive resides. On the front of the CR-ROM drive there is a single oval button, which activates the slider mechanism and opens the door. Below the CD-ROM drive is a 3�x 5� disk drive. There is also only one button on the front of the disk drive, which is used to eject a disk. I am now going to move from the front of the box to the back of the box. As I look for a way to remove the casing, I notice there are many recepta .....

.... sister of five, Rebecca. My father was well known as the true, honest, and rich merchant of Sivas, our hometown in Anatolia. His name was Harouti Agas. In one of the side streets of Sivas was our house, where I lived with my family. Our house was the best structured on the street. It was a house the right size to fit us all in. The house was built with wood that’s nails that were hung lose but strong enough to hold on for another winter or so. The ceilings were cracked and wet from the rain during winter, which then leaked through into our house. My siblings and I shared a room together. Rebecca slept beside me, and Zareh slept on a separate .....

.... school system. I was raised in the central Manhattan of the Big Apple, the city that never sleeps. Mass transit and people had always flooded the streets and intersections. It seemed like everyone were heading for different directions and the citizens of New York City are too busy with their own affairs and does have time to care of what's going on in their surroundings. The citizens of New York City would care less about the traffic safety and reading the traffic signs. The smell of the city reminds me of the honey roasted peanut stands, a sweet scent of aroma that would often fill up the neighborhood. When I close my eyes and think deeply a .....