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After Eve Young and her sister Rachel took a seat in the philosophy class she was enrolled in, she was freshman in the University of Denver Colorado. The class had maybe forty to fifty students. She looked over a Rachel across the room and they shared a glance of anticipation. The professor was supposed to be very popular, he was very strict and expected the best so would interesting.
However, the most interesting fact about the professor was that he was an atheist. And he was outspoken too, when she and Rachel were checking in, the man said that if you are a christian then it would be a very tough class. But her oldest cousin Aleah Young's class mended with her class for a few weeks and Aleah didn't mention anything about it.
She worked as an FBI agent so maybe he wasn't as bad as they put him out to be. The door opened and a middle aged man strolled in, "Hello, I am Professor Alexander Ross. But you can call me Professor Ross."
"Now before we get started I would think that it would be a good idea that all the students who are hear for just a easy grade would leave in an orderly line because this is a university and not middle school.
And just like that, Eve's main idea of what culture was and what people could be like would be forever changed.
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MADDIE HOLDEN
I drove as fast as I could tears streamed down my face, every piece of sadness, pain and anger I ever felt in my miserable life would be put to an end. All I needed to do was jump off Manhattan Bridge and it would all be over. I pulled my car over and started up the metal bridge, there were so many cars rushing by and the drivers not even noticing me as I was now running.
I stopped running and lean against the cold hard metal and stared at the water that was rushing under me. No one cared or loved me, they all hated me, and they always will. People say that life will get better but never does, whenever it ever does get good something happens that messes it up again.
I'm done waiting for things to get better and jumping of the bridge was the only thing left. I don't care if people judge me for suicide, they probably won't even miss me. I looked down and saw the huge drop, I prayed that I would be killed instantly and not be stuck in the impact of hitting the water.
I pushed myself up using the railing and put my feet on the holes, I closed my eyes and flipped one of my legs over the bridge so it was resting one railing. I felt myself slowly starting to lose grip but I didn't grip or help myself.
I starting to go forward when I felt something go around my waist.
To be continued!
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