Last one- SOL Tuesday the 31st

The sun slowly rises above the horizon, and now I know my daunting fate has hit me. I look at my clock, 9:00 am. Late already, the house seems unusually quiet though. I get up and ask everyone why I am so late for school. But the first answer I get is, because you need to get up earlier. It seems as if I forgot, that it is SPRING BREAK. I sprint down the stairs, and then I ask myself what I am doing, so I sprint back to bed and enjoy another four hours of sleep before I have to do anything.

SOL Monday teh 30th- Mini golf

Tiger Woods calls for silence on the field, and the crowd pauses its chatter. He brings his putter up to the ball, and he swings back breathing in and out slowly. He adjusts his hat and stretches a littles, rolling back his shoulders and he does a few lunges quickly. He takes a large breath in and reals back one last time. He nudges the ball into the hole with his putter, and the crowd goes wild. Because they know that I have one the mini golf game.

Sol Sunday the 29th- pizzaaaaa

The soft crust warms my throat, and just the thought of having more brings a tasty sensation. I open up the box again scanning for a good piece, locating one while the smells drift up my nostrils. I pick up a large piece and slowly bring it to my mouth. It is then consumed quickly, all but the taste is gone, which still lingers in my mouth bringing a grin across my face. But it does not last long, because soon all of the pizza is gone and my stomach is stuffed to the brim.

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Choo choo I love trains!!!!!

The Therapist

The Therapist sits, he waits, he fiddles, he listens, taking in the information that's needed, looking at all of the options, all possibilities, all problems. Then he analyses every detail, every nook, every corner. Then he writes, he waits, and talks, destroying the problem from the root, taking out all necessary forms of life that the problem can feed off of. Then comes the most important process, the resolution, what to do without the problem? How to build out of a pit? How to... re-create? The therapist must assess all options again when looking at this question, and now the couple is back to the rebuilding process, and it's back to the grindstone for the therapist.

Cats

Cats, disgusting, ferocious, vile, vicious, are just a few words that come into mind when I think of these horrible creatures. Their feline prowl is influenced by a primal instinct from within their disgusting bodies. Like Taylor Swift once said, it's like they're nightmares dressed as daydreams. The meaning of this quote applies so heavily to these violent creatures, and in my mind they portray a deeper being, like the spawn of a devil. I hate these foul things, they are the scum of the earth in my mind, except for kittens. A dog is much more of a companion and a friend than a cat.

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I bite into the pasty taking away an enormous amount of pastry, meat, and fantastic flavor. The second bite is just as good as the first if not better, each bite after satisfying my taste buds, and making my stomach feel happy. As I pick it up again a bit of pastry crumbles away, and some meat tumbles out. I lean down looking at the soft, glistening piece of meat in the sunlight and scoop it into my mouth. I can feel the warmth as it slides down my throat, heating every inch of my body up. I shut my eyes, taking in every bit of the delicious taste. But all of the sudden it's gone, the taste, the flavor, the heat, the pastry, the meat, ALL GONE! My taste buds feel deprived, and I look down to see nothing on my plate, no pasty, no fun.