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My Natural Hair Journey

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  It all started in the summer of 2019 when I visited a hairdresser and at the time I didn’t know what the word transition meant. All I knew was I was tired of getting relaxers. (Plus the woman that did my hair moved) My hair was a frizz ball and I was left out to discover what to do with my hair. I decided to go natural after that to  s ee what my hair texture actually looked like but I knew I didn’t want to big chop ( I didn’t have it in me!). So after that, I learned about what hair transitioning was and I decided to do it! It was tough I didn’t really know anything about protective styling because I had gotten relaxers since I was about 10 years old. I read hundreds of articles about how to transition and tons of videos about that to do, but the main thing I learned from transitioning was IT TAKES TIME. My starting point in August of 2019 Relaxed Hair Throughout the months I had seen all the steps on how to transition hair No heat. I had a tough time not dealing with the blowdryer
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My Reasons to Attend an HBCU (Historically Black College or University)

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 The upcoming spring semester is upon us, and many are returning or going to college for the first time. In either way you wish to go, physically or virtually, choosing an HBCU has its perks.  After attending snd graduating from an HBCU, these are the conclusions I have drawn about why someone should attend. What even is an HBCU?   An HBCU stands for Historically Black College or University. A college that was created during a time of adversity and oppression for black people. 1. Diversity- Although, the creation of these schools were for Black people, other races and ethnicities can attend. Students come from all over the United States, and the world! I have encountered people from various locations, including Nigeria, Thailand, and Russia. 2. Acceptance- Personally, I believe African Americans are the most accepting people out there! At some colleges, it can feel like nobody cares or maybe you feel like an outcast, not at an HBCU. There's something for everyone. 3. Networking- Pe
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Adventures of the Son of Cold

A soft moan was heard from a 12-year-old boy with tanned skin and long, wavy hair that reached his waist. His stature was that of large and plump. He stood 5'0, rather short for his age. He wore a mixed expression of anger and sleep. "Zeke!" A female voice called his name. He modeled a large white shirt with green pajama pants and sandals on his feet. He trotted down the hallway of the medium four-bedroom house he lived in with his mother, grandfather, and father - occasionally. His father always went away when his birthday came around-October 17. He slowly reached the kitchen, sitting down at the table where he saw his mother, with the same warm brown eyes he always had known. And waffles. "Are you excited for your first day of middle school?" His mother asked him, smiling at him. "No, I'm a target." "Target?" He nodded. "I'm short, fat, look like a girl, and have super long hair. target." She smiled at her son
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The Finale

It was Saturday,the day of the party and I was paranoid. What if S was at the party? What would he or she say?What would they do? It was 6 and we had a few minutes until we leave.After my mom spent an hour getting ready she came down wearing the grey dress and with her hair in a high ponytail with curls. "Well?" "Amazing." We arrive at the party and I spot a familiar face. Sheldon. I went by the punch bowl and saw him and wanted to ask how he knew me,well Blair. He was wearing a grey and black tux. He got his cup and punch and looked at me and asked, "Have we met before?" "No I don't think so." "Hm" he said looking at me up and down, "You look very familiar,oh you look like someone that goes to my school." He said smiling at me. "Blake!" My mom called "I'm Sheldon, nice meeting you.Blake." I nodded and went to my mom. Everything went normal,the party was cool too, it had an all you can
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Blake/Blair ch.8

Wednesday at school went just fine. Algebra went fine, U.S. History, as was Biology, but when lunch came around. All disaster happened. I had just got into the cafeteria to see Zoe and Nathan. "Hey guys, what's up?" "Oh nothing, waiting for Allen." Zoe said.  Allen then came and sat next to me and asked for my corn. Then Allen starting plucking pieces of it at Nathan.  "Dammit stop!" Nathan yelled annoyed. "Fine." Allen said as a clear liquid started to pour on his head."Wh-What the fuck?" He looked up to see a gothic boy pouring it on him." "Bitch." The boy said. Nathan then grabbed the corn and threw some of it on the boy,but most of it hit Zoe! The corn splashed all over her curly brown hair.Zoe picked up an half-empty milk carton and tried to hit Allen but missed, hitting a girl with pigtails at the next table. Then all chaos erupted. I sprinted to the door so I wouldn't get hit along with me a
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Hetalia German Brothers

Just the way that Gil spoke was enough to make Ludwig blush. Gil had a low voice, that just dripped sex appeal when he tried, and he was really trying hard now. It was flustering, and creepy coming from his brother. Though he did have to admit Gil's sweet voice, intense stare, and description was enough to make him want to run away and give up going along with this stupid joke. But it takes a fool to raise a fool . And Ludwig just kept on going not traumatized enough quite yet.  "No Gil, see sometimes you just want it, and you want it now. So you tease, sucking just the tip. Then you slowly push it in your mouth, making it graze between your teeth…and then you just use the tongue. You swirl your tongue around the entire length, and then pull back slowly, real slow, and you drag your teeth on it again, drawing out more and more of what you want. And then you bite the tip, and get a big reward." Gil was a little flustered listening to his little brother go on and on but
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Hard, Cold World

Prologue  I used to think the world was a place of madness.  The madness that once it consumed you, you became apart of it, unable to break free. A world that is full of ignorance, no control, no sympathy for anyone or any being.  I still think of it that way, at times. But my mind has recently changed. My mind now thinks of the world as the place everything can happen. Everything from being an outcast to accepted, and from thinking the world is full of fools to full of confused and curious people. And sadly, my mind was changed by one of those ignorant, no control, unsympathizing fools. Start  From early on in life, I decided I was different.  I was an exact copy of my father, whose large, rough hands strangled my mother countless times in front of my eyes. My large head, just like his. My honey brown eyes, like his. Even the copper-toned skin, I inherited from him.  It seems like I inherited nothing from my mother, except her emotions.  The emotions that I carry on my shoulder
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