Amelia: Your Private Outdoors
Sitting at the table under the tree canopy, a book in one hand, the other mindlessly rubbing your temple, you lose track of time.
Ethan: Number
Who are you, vital statistic made of personal identification numbers, evaluations and degrees, and defined by its body mass index, driving record, and employment history?
Oliver: Spectator
I walked outside myself, barefoot on the pavement of my existence, to feel its cold, smooth shell under the even colder surface of my soles.
Chloe: Anxious and Mortified - an essay about self-worth
At the age of nineteen Rachel almost failed her college admission. She was anxious and mortified of what people would think of her, she couldn't fail at anything, so she passed, barely, and therefore didn't have to worry about opinions and commentary, and life went on, as usual.
Jessica: Mrs. Thornby Gathered Dust
Other people gathered porcelain figurines, or commemorative plates, or coins, or rare stamps, or thimbles. Mrs. Thornby gathered dust.