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                         The 
                          Writer  
                        Her 
                          velvety little hand glides across the white sheet of 
                          paper. The blue pen guides her hand in a flowing rhythm. 
                          The muscles in her tan arm flex. Her hold on the pen 
                          tightens after every word she scribbles. Her thoughts 
                          show on her face as they travel to the tip of her pen 
                          and reveal themselves on the page. 
                           
                        Portrait 
                          of my Sister 
                        Her 
                          hair falls down her back in thick black waves. Her tapered 
                          fingers hold a cup gracefully. Sitting on her slender 
                          wrist is a silver watch. Her dark eyebrows veer to create 
                          her little nose. Her raised cheekbones stick out of 
                          her light brown oval-shaped face. Her eyelids are sheer. 
                          Her almond-shaped eyes slope down at the corners. The 
                          two small mountains forming her upper lip are pink and 
                          full. Her ears, like two spirals on the sides of her 
                          face, are pierced with diamonds. The semi-circles below 
                          her eyes look like two shadows in an alley. The brightness 
                          in her dark eyes brings out the laughter in her face. 
                           
                           
                          Roxanne at the Club 
                           
                        Music 
                          thumps and thunders. Lights splash in everyone's eyes. 
                          Her knee-high, hot pink, five-inch platform boots slam 
                          against the silver-tiled floor. Around her, college 
                          students gulp Heineken and hoot laughter at the other 
                          dancers. She shrieks as cold beer streams down her back. 
                           
                          Inside Outside 
                           
                        The 
                          sunlight shone brightly through the small window in 
                          the room. The flowers stood high on a shelf, their colors 
                          lighting everything. The baby-blue couch held four small 
                          children comfortably. The children's laughter echoed 
                          gently throughout the small room. Outside the wind screamed, 
                          sending messages through the crack of the red door. 
                          The white porcelain cat fell slowly from the shelf to 
                          the tiled floor, crashing into millions of pieces. The 
                          dishwasher, left running, created squashing sounds. 
                           
                           
                           
                          Samantha Wilhelm attends the City 
                          and Country School in New York City. Samantha was born 
                          in Paraguay. She is from an international family of 
                          four adopted children. She has a sister from Thailand, 
                          one from Chile and another from the United States. 
                           
                          
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