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We Are Okay by Nina LaCour

We Are Okay by Nina LaCour is a great book so far. I haven't been reading it for very long but it immediately caught my eye with a baby pink, teal, and black cover. It has a drawing of a girl standing on a bed in the middle of the beach. When I saw the book in the library I remembered briefly reading a summary of the book and wanting to read it during the summer; so when I saw it I checked it out without rereading the summary and jumped right in. This book starts with what is happening in real time. The second chapter is a flash back, and it continues to jump back and forth. The book didn't mention the main character's name until around page twenty, but does mention the name of her roommate and the girl who will be visiting her. She mentions everything in her room and her feelings to where I feel like I'm in her mind sharing her thoughts. So far Marin, the main character, mentions something that has happened with her and a friend in the past. Mabel, who has come to v

Tickfaw River, 10:30 pm

I'm at a friend's ranch in Springfield, Louisiana, they're close friends and wouldn't do anything to get me hurt, and I'm with my best friend, everything will be cool, just jump. I tell this to myself over and over to get myself out of the house. I'm slowly convincing myself and Talia as we put on life vests. They're blue and smell like summer- like sunscreen and bug spray- and we creep down a grass hill to a 15 foot platform. Sweet tea in hand, I continue to repeat this to myself. Talia and I stop in awe of the enormous river. Being that it's 10:30 at night, we can only hope it's not as murky as it probably is, and that it's not full of annoyed wildlife. By the time I get myself hyped up and ready to climb up a rickety ladder, my four other friends have gone countless times, screaming louder than the alligators that probably live there would like. Without thinking about it, I race up the ladder and drag Talia along; she is not as into it as I a

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Soccer

Soccer is like another limb to me. I play all school year and in the summer, there are no weeks with out soccer. It keeps me fit and moving which I love, and it's another family to me. My team means so much to me this season, they're the nicest team I've had in years and even though we're not the best, we all play way above our title - which is maroon, the third best team- and we've never stopped trying. The heat always gets us but we still push. Today there was a heat advisory of 106 degrees and we had two games twenty minutes after each other. I couldn't make it to the first game besides the last seven minutes, but I watched and we were beat. We won against a lower team but only had a few minutes to recuperate and play a game against a year higher and a rank higher. When the game started we all played super hard; we kept possession, we made beautiful wall passes, kept making runs, and kept pushing. I stayed in almost all game except when the front of my shoe

Book response, milk and honey

I read Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur. This book is full of powerful poetry and incredible messages. I noticed that the writer of the book would write paragraphs during the poetry directed towards the guy that hurt her. I liked to read this part the most because it was full of detailed feelings and describing words so it was like I felt her feelings too. These specific parts always made me think about how powerful he was over her and how he caused her so much pain. This book was really a roller-coaster to read, she hurt, she loved, she broke and she healed. This book was so well written that with the slightest of words I felt her pain, and I understood what she was going through. Though the ideas and problems in the book weren’t all too familiar with me, such as heart break, I still felt compassionate for her. This book also hit a lot of important topics that aren’t often talked about, such as the fact that women aren’t always taught to be respected. My overall favorite part was w