On December 2099, my life rotated 360 degrees. Bodies floated like plastics bags, people screamed. It felt like a horror movie. Boston was unrecognizable: trash everywhere, poop floating in disgusting water. 
Everything started back in 2090.
We humans are rational animals, but we hadn’t acted like it. Every day, more and more cars were in the streets, more and more cows were becoming hamburgers. The Earth started to become hotter and hotter, the levels of the oceans started to rise, small islands started to disappear. 
The day that everyone was afraid of came. August 1, 2099: the chaos. The Earth fell apart. Earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, the raw ultraviolet rays destroying half the ozone layer. People died instantly, mostly white people, because their skin didn’t have enough melanin to fight the rays. 
Carmon was the richest man in the world. I hated him so much because he had a lot of stupid thoughts and beliefs. We were part of only one hundred thousand survivors on the whole, destroyed Earth. Carmon wanted us to nominate him king of the galaxy because he was the only rich person who had survived. He wanted us to give up our rights, freedom of speech, privacy and our right to choose who to marry. He wanted to control our destiny. He called himself God. 
We had no option—we had to accept it or die. 
After everyone accepted all of his stupid conditions, he declared that all living things were moving to Jupiter, explaining that Jupiter is the fifth planet from the sun and could hold the human species for a long time.
Carmon took all the survivors, including me, and put us in a place with fake oxygen, fake trees and fake happiness. All that was a fake illusion. After two years of recovering from all the lost humans, I never recovered from losing my family. I missed my entire family. I missed my dog and cat. I missed everything that reminded me of how the world used to be.
We finally traveled to Jupiter on a Sunday morning in a giant rocket. That was the day I met the love of my life. She was 5’9’’ with big, black, curled afro hair, and she wore a ripped shirt and black pants. I was too shy to talk to her, but I couldn't hide my feelings. My heart was beating too fast; I was so in love. I stared at her for exactly one minute without even blinking my eyes. I didn't notice that she was walking towards me. 
“Hi, I’m Luna,” she said.
“H-h-h-hi,” I replied, stammering, my entire body trembling.
“So, why were you staring at me?” she asked with a huge smile.
“Because I’m totally in love with you,” I replied.
I covered my mouth after realizing what words came out. She didn’t anything.
After a minute of silence, she kissed me, then walked away. No words could describe that moment.
We finally arrived to Jupiter. We had to use oxygen masks to leave the rocket. When we got out, I couldn’t breathe, not because of the lack of oxygen, but because of what I saw. I started to to cry. I missed my home, Earth. I cried even harder when I saw the fake plastic flowers with artificial smells.
There were a bunch of skyrockets with apartments. Each apartment had the name of the person who would live there. My apartment was on the 30th floor, so I needed to use the body transporter, which transports you anywhere in 0.5 seconds, but it made me feel dizzy and uncomfortable. 
When I first saw my apartment, it was so amazing. My entire room was decorated white and black, but there were artificial flowers and artificial scents of the sea and flowers. 
Jupiter was so crispy and weird; it was always night and always cloudy, with artificial clouds and artificial oxygen. When you inhaled the oxygen, it tasted like mint and candy. It wasn’t like Earth’s oxygen; everything was so fake that I couldn’t handle it.
It was always night on Jupiter because of its distance from the sun. I was so bored those first few days, even with all the technology and robots that I had at home. My robots didn’t let me do anything in the house because they were always cleaning and and cooking for me.
One day, I got bored, and I started to experiment with my scientific equipment. I used to create a lot of clones in my experiments, but that day, I ended up cloning a mix of an exotic cheetah and a jaguar. She was so cute, strong, beautiful. I made her really small in order to control her. 
Suddenly, my body transporter beeped. Someone wanted to to face telegram with me, but I had to accept the friendship first.
Oh my God, it was the girl that I met during the trip, I thought. I didn’t know how to act, but I knew that I wanted to to see her, see that beautiful, lovely girl again. I accepted her request and immediately started chatting with her. She wanted to use the body transporter to come to my house.
She came into my house and started talking and talking. I was confused about what she was trying to tell me.
“Calm down, speak slowly,” I said.
“Ok, Carmon started with his s*** again, he signed a new f**** law that prohibits relationship for gays and lesbians. He’s so homophobic and stupid,” Luna explained. “The problem is that I fell in love with you the first day I laid my eyes on you,” she added. 
I should’ve been happy because the woman that I fell in love with had the same feelings for me, but at the same time my heart broke, just like a wrecking ball destroys houses. 
“Are you saying that we can’t be together?” I asked with a broken heart. 
“Yes, that’s what Carmon’s new law says. It doesn't mean that we need to follow it. I won't give up on being with you. Just because we are two girls and we choose to love each other... I won’t give up on you,” she added in an angry voice.
Of course she was right. I wouldn’t give up the love of my live just because someone doesn't want to mind his own business. After I calmed her, we talked for two hours about how much we missed our liberty and how much we missed the Earth. 
Suddenly, two of Carmon’s police robots knocked at the door. They broke into the house, and in less than a minute, they handcuffed Luna.
“You've been arrested because you broke the law 590 page 888 for trying to create a movement against the leader and trying to change people’s minds,” the robots explained.
I couldn't do anything because they were four giant robots each at least six feet tall. I told Luna to not worry. I would try to get her out of jail. Immediately, I contacted Carmon.
“Carmon, why did the f*** did you arrest Luna? Why did you involve her and other citizens in our problem?” I asked, expecting the worst and most hilarious answer ever.
“Everyone knows that God created Adam and Eve, not two Eves or even two Adams. Why would we accept it?”
“First of all, God does not judge people. Even Jesus saved a prostitute before being stoned by the civilians,” I interrupted him. “Who are you, a simple man that likes to play God? Just because you fell in love with me and I didn’t respond to your love because I’m gay, now you want revenge and to hurt people that don’t have anything to do with this? This is our problem,” I added.
“If you can’t be mine because you think you’re gay, then you can’t be anybody else’s,” Carmon said.
“I don’t get to choose who I am going to love,” I disagreed. “And I definitely wouldn’t have fallen in love with you. You are pathetic, cruel and incapable of loving,” I added.
“In order to let your lovely girlfriend out of jail, you need to marry me first,” Carmon said.
Of course, I didn’t agree, but knowing that my love was in prison, there was no way to say no. I felt like a robot that had been controlled by a human, with no freedom to move, a slave to my feelings.
Carmon quickly organized the wedding the next day, and invited people with the same disgusting personality as him. I didn’t choose my wedding dress. I dressed up like a boy because I wanted him to be really angry with me, to show him I wasn’t happy at all. The wedding was in his house with a lot of scrupulous people. When I stepped in, everyone turned their heads with surprised faces. I was prepared for that. Carmon, as a light-skinned man, was turning purple. I could see how mad he was, but I didn't care, that was my point. I was laughing inside proudly. 
The ceremony started and the priest was starting to speak when a giant black portal opened in the middle of the house. It was Luna. She was holding a gigantic object that looked like a witch broom.
I didn't even ask anything, I ran towards her and jumped in the portal. Inside was cold and black. Memories passed by.
I hugged her immediately. Feeling her warm and lovely arms was the best thing. She kissed me with her soft, sweet lips. It felt like nothing could destroy that moment. Suddenly, I saw a green, blurry landscape. They looked like trees, but they were big and shiny. A weird and intense light blurred my vision because I was looking straight at it. I heard children's voices from all directions. I thought I was dreaming. It had to be a dream, but it wasn't.
Those were real trees, real birds, real children. The shining light that I couldn’t recognize was the sun. How could that be possible?
“I just created a time machine, with micro intelligences that I found in the jail and someone helped me,” Luna said. “But don't ask me how,” she added.
I couldn’t believe it.
“We are in California, back on Earth. The date is December 6, 1865,” Luna concluded. “I’m giving us a second chance to change the world, a second chance to change people’s minds about gays, and a second chance that can shift all the racism and destruction in this world.” 

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It is a Tuesday night and a young girl and her brother are tuning into watch “The Fosters,” an American drama series on Freeform (formerly ABC Family). Since its premiere on June 3, 2013, over 23 million people from all over the world have tuned in to watch the story of an interracial couple raising a biological son along with several adoptive children. 
 TV news website TVOverMind claims that “The Fosters” is one of the most enlightening shows on the network. “This is because the show focuses on key social issues that affect everyday lives of many people within our society. In addition to simply touching on issues that affect the day to day lives of many people, the film also offers great lessons to many people.” 
Here are three important lessons you can learn from “The Fosters.”

It is okay to be different.
One of the most important lessons that “The Fosters” teaches is the need for self-acceptance. The show’s two main characters, Stef and Lena, are a married couple, and the couple’s family consists of both their biological kids and adopted kids. The relationship between Stef and Lena and the nature of their family might not be considered traditional by many people; however, this has not stopped them from living their life to their fullest potential. Being different is perfectly fine, and you should never let someone dictate your happiness. Always live your life for yourself, not others. 

There will be tragedies in life.
Yes, it is true when people say that life is hard and you will have struggles and difficulties. Branching off of that, it is important to appreciate that life will always present us with various challenges. Despite these challenges, it is important for all of us to find a way to overcome such struggle. Stef and Lena Foster have gone through various tragedies, but one that sticks out among the rest was in Season 3, when Stef learns of the death of Jack (a foster teen). Despite the tragedy, Stef and Lena, along with their children, have to deal with the loss, which they do by encouraging each other as a family. With tragedy comes light. Always try to find the positive in every situation, even if it is hard. 

 Blood does not define family. 
It is often said that family is the most essential part of society. However, family does not have to refer to your blood relatives. It can also refer to those who love and care for you the most. In “The Fosters,” most of the characters are not blood relatives. They see each other as family, even though they come from different cultural and ethnic backgrounds. If you happen to be adopted into a family that may not biologically be yours, always remember that your family loves you just as much as if they physically had you.
These three points listed above do not even make a dent into what you can learn from this show. “The Fosters” is a show loved by many because of how realistic it is and how easy it is to relate to the show. While “The Fosters” has ended, it will continue to be a show that has helped many accept themselves for who they are.

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I used to go to the beach everyday after school to contemplate the most beautiful landscape in my city. I also went there to play soccer on the hot sands with my friends, or to help my dad fish. He used to ask me and my other two big brothers to help him bring the boat back to the sands and help him take all the fish to the fishmongers in my village.
One day after school I went to the beach as I usually did, but something different happened. There was a girl named Mirrian who I had always liked. I always thought that she didn’t pay attention to me because I have really dark skin, but I was wrong. She came at me wearing a long traditional Cape Verdean dress and said hi. She was really short, with chocolate skin and brown eyes that looked like caramel candy. 
She told me that she had always wanted to talk to me because she had always loved boys with really dark skin and afro hair just like mine. My heart started to beat fast. Imagine the girl that you always wanted, the girl that you had a crush on, liking you back. 
That day, we talked for hours and hours, appreciating the beautiful view from the beach. The next day after school, I was rushing to go to the beach and find that beautiful girl again.
The thing that I liked about her the most was that she was a hard worker. She was 20 years old.
We talked to each other for two months before she decided to be my girlfriend. I worked so hard to earn her love and respect. 
At the age of 17, I lost my virginity.
3 months later she told me she was pregnant.
I felt like my entire world was falling apart. I was only a 17-year-old boy with no job, a full-time student with dreams to achieve. 
I had two options. One: tell her to leave me alone and leave her by herself. Two: drop out of school, forget about my dream and work to provide a good life for my future child. I chose to drop out of school and work really hard to have my little baby.
At first, life seemed as confusing as the card deck of a magician. I had no idea what would be the best for me. I had to talk to someone else, someone old enough to understand my situation. I decided to speak to my mom because I was so afraid to tell my dad; he was a straight parent with a lot of rules.
When I told my mom what happened, she got mad at first, but then she told me to keep the baby and not to drop out of school. 
Then, it was time to tell my dad.
Once my dad came from work, my mom told him about the news. He got really upset, he yelled at me and almost beat me, but after an hour of talking he told me that he would help in everything that I wanted in order for me to stay in school. When I told him that I wanted to drop out from school he slapped me so hard I couldn’t feel my face.
“Everything that I did for you in order for you to go to school is not considerable?” He asked. I didn’t answer back, I just walked away without talking, crying inside.
After days of fighting over the same thing over and over again, our relationship wasn’t good anymore. Not only were my dad and I not on good terms, everyone was criticizing me because I didn’t listen to them—I dropped out of school.
After two weeks my dad told me he would help with my future baby, providing me everything. I refused. I’m an independent and proud person. I couldn't sit and watch my parents work really hard to provide me with everything. 
I dropped out from school and started to work withEnapor,” a huge company in Cape Verde that is responsible for all the exports and imports. At first I used to to carry heavy products on my back and had a lot of back pain. But nothing was more important than the life of my baby.
I remember days that my friends would pass by and make fun of me, saying I was stupid and dumb, because I was working for myself, my baby and my girlfriend. That made me cry a lot, but their words weren’t strong enough to make me give up on everything. 
My workplace is where the boats dock to unload products from island to island or from different countries, where people travel to other islands in Cape Verde. I used to feel so cold at night, and hungry, because I used to eat once a day. I didn’t have time to take care of myself for long. I worked so hard that sometimes I couldn’t feed my soul. 
I used to get home at 9 p.m. tired, hungry and stressed, because everyday I had to walk an hour and a half in order to get home. I knew it was dangerous to walk by myself during that time. 
I worked really hard to feed my baby, my girlfriend and also help at home.
After seven months my baby came into the world. It was a boy, with beautiful dark skin, and eyes that looked like the moon. My baby was a big boy—healthy and beautiful.
His mom and I could not stay together because of many problems. I wanted to marry her, but the fact that she was older than me made her thoughts different from mine.   
After almost one year I met the love of my life and we have been together for 24 years. 
She was a tall woman with light skin and was really skinny, with beautiful natural hair. But, she had a lot of attitude. 
She was the opposite of my first girlfriend, as she liked to fight over everything and her attitude was the most horrible thing. But she was trabadjadera, ahard worker.”
When she was only 15 years old, she used to take care of her little brother, the house and help her mom sell cookies.
When my baby turned a year old, he started to get sick a lot so he left to live with his mom and grandma. Unfortunately my baby boy never got better and died with a fever. Then a few years later, God blessed me with a baby girl who I named Cleusa. I have two children, Cleusa and Nilson. I’m still working hard to give them everything that I can afford, but I will never regret what I did. 

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These unique bookstore are centered around Downtown Boston. Yesterday, we went out and explored many bookstores from many different type of bookstores. We explored these six book stores because we found them interesting and they have something that is not too similar to everything else. 
  1. Located at 338 Newbury St., Trident Booksellers & Cafe is the perfect spot to grab a bite to eat and browse through shelves of books. The two-story store sells a wide variety of books and knick knacks, as well as amazing food. The cafe serves breakfast, lunch, and dinner, accompanied by amazing milkshakes and desserts. The comfort food is top quality and affordable and the restaurant offers many options for vegetarians and vegans. Due to a fire earlier this year, Trident is temporarily closed but is in the process of renovation and will be reopening at the end of August.

  2. A hidden bookstore resides in 15 Court Sq., near Government Center, in a big building with many offices. The door of the tiny Peter L. Stern & Co., Inc is covered by window shades, with the words “Open by chance or appointment” printed on the door. After forcefully ringing the doorbell, you may be lucky enough to make it inside the store, if it’s open at that time. Inside, you will find an abundance of books, mostly historical, and antique portraits of famous figures. The store shys away from publicity, and would rather be found by chance rather than by advertisement, but is certainly an intriguing shop to visit if you can stumble upon it.

  3. Barnes & Noble is located on 114 Boylston St. The bookstore is next to Emerson College and they have a lot of Emerson-branded apparel, including sweaters and shirts. Additionally, they have books of different categories, ranging from nonfiction and historical fiction books. 

  4. I Am Books is located at 189 North St. They sell stuffed animals and toys for kids, like fun pens and coloring books. The bookstore has many Italian books, in keeping with its Italian origins. The store is refreshingly modern and very colorful and sells a lot of new books. The owners are friendly and make sure the customers can find what they are looking for. 

  5. The Commonwealth Book Store is an off-street book shop that also sells many antique historic books and maps ranging from a minimum of $125. This was the most cluttered and disorganized bookstore we visited.

  6. We interviewed the manager of the Brattle Book Shop, Nicole Reiss, who informed us on the history of their bookstore. “We go out to people's houses and buy books,” Reiss said. “That's how we get most of our books. So we travel all over the northeast.” This is the most unique store we visited, as they have bookshelves outside, along with moveable carts with many cheap books. According to Reiss, the shop has been on West St. since the 1960s, but it has been in existence since the mid-1800s. 
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Imagine you are going to the train station and see about 50 people waiting. You wait for a 15 minute orange line train only to find out that you can’t get in because the orange line is full. How would you feel? What would be your reaction?
The public transportation system in Boston is below optimal. You have to wait long delays to get into packed train cars or buses. The people of Boston are put into a tough position because they either have to drive through hellish traffic or pay to use the sad system of public transportation that we have. The average train often takes 10 to 15 minutes to arrive and can take longer if there's delays. Bostonians are clearly annoyed about the system, with one Boston citizen saying that the bus takes “ forever” and that they “hate the 28 bus.”
 When asked about the traffic conditions, one Boston citizen said that it was worse in the morning and that they “would get on at Oak Grove, which is the first stop going inbound, and… often wouldn't get a seat.”
The average train car in Boston holds only 60 people. In 2019, we should try to add more train cars or buses so that the transportation system is smoother and can fit more people inside of a bus or train. 

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