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Nicole Nimri
Volume 1, Issue 1
Remember Me... Throughout high school, I really wasn’t a part of any clubs except for recently, Youth Alive, which is a Christian club. I hope that I am reflective of Christ because as a Christian that’s we hope to be. I hope to be remembered as a peacemaker- as someone who’s voice was used to encourage and fill people with life. I hope that I stand out as someone who wasn’t like what society breeds. Remember me as someone with ideas and a dream to change the world that
we live in, to make a difference in the lives of others. Remember me as one to voice an unpopular opinion but to have a solution and peaceful resolve to back it up, because words without actions are dead. Remember me as a girl who brought life into the room and could flip a gloomy day into a joyful experience that will resonate with people. I hope that I can brighten people’s hearts and mind. I hope I am remembered as someone you could voice your thoughts to
with a guaranteed confidence that it wouldn’t lesser your image or reputation in my eyes.
Childhood Memory... As eighth grade girls, Lily, Josee, Sam, and I believed that the four of us would be best friends forever. We were sure that our sisterhood would withstand the hardships of high school, whatever they may be. The summer before our freshman year of high school we decided that we would hold a sacred ceremony where we buried a time capsule containing individual letters to each other and little gifts and trinkets that were symbolic between each of us. That night we brought everything that we would bury and walked to the small wooded
area in Lily’s backyard. We set elapsed. up candles and played the song, “Time of Your Life” by Green Day and we read our letters off as sentimental tears escaped with each sentence. Josee wrapped duct tape all around the box to ensure that the elements wouldn’t taint anything in our box in the coming years as Lily and I took turns digging up a hole in the crusted and hardened soil. We looked at our eyes, blackened with runny makeup once we got inside, wondering what would be different when we encountered the box again after four years