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Descriptive Essay: An Analysis Of My Number Ten

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Boys that held the number ten made my heart jump, they made me get all nervous and giddy. The number ten was not my number. At the least I had a number eight. Though the number eight could do some damage. That number still could not compete with what a number ten could do. Most people, like my friends. They see a number ten and turn around. Maybe they pick at it once and then see how dangerous it is, so they never pick at it again. When I saw the number ten I had to pick at it consistently. I just had to know more about the holders of that number. They were fascinating. I held an eight over my head. It shined yellow like the middle of a hot flame. Ten’s were red of course, like the top of a flame. I’d been with a ten for two years. He was …show more content…

Although now I’m at the number eight again, Eventually I’d worked my way up to a ten. Discovering that at this number, it’s almost impossible to feel feelings. “No wonder he doesn't care, it’s almost impossible” I thought. The danger I did at number ten made history. I’m not going to get into that though. I just want to talk about the number ten. For a long while I didn't go anywhere close to boys with a ten. Maybe look at them but it was too dangerous. I wouldn't even think about it. I knew I had reached number ten when I had hurt a couple of tens. I felt like an eleven. It’s a dangerous game, having too much power to know what to with. Sometimes I really did not want to play the game anymore. It was too fast for me, holding the number ten was becoming dangerous to myself, “How can I stop?”, I asked myself. Then, when everything shut down, I felt at peace. My friend Jaci’s voice budded into the story I was playing in my head “That’s why you don’t touch tens Bella” I snapped out of it. “I know how you get when You see one” she said. “The new boy? Eddy?, BIG number ten over his head,” “slow down,” I said, “ I haven't seen him

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