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My Name: Avary T. Currington My Age:13 I have a vagina and am black. My Hometown: Pueblo, CO My Hobbies: Football, Track, Basketball and Swimming My Favorites: PS3, Internet, Sports, Music, Movies



 Ryan looked outside waiting for the bell to ring for he could finally go home, the day seemed like it had lasted forever and it would finally end in a couple of minutes. After what seemed like an eternity, the bell rang. Kids rushed out of the hall like a stampede of elephants, while Ryan strolled out of his middle school. While walking past his town’s lake he noticed all of the pollution in the lake, stopping to examine it he heard his friend Michael and Nick call his name, “Hey Ryan wait up.” Ryan turned around to see his friends rushing towards him. “What are you looking at?” Michael asked, “Nothing just this dirty old lake” Ryan replied. Nick had a dirty look on his face and Michael and Ryan both had noticed, “What’s wrong?” Michael questioned, Nick answered “It makes me sick to my stomach how no one can do anything about the pollution in the lake, matter of fact I’ve noticed that the town has been getting nastier by the second.” Michael and Ryan both turned around to look at the lake once more and saw what Nick meant. “I think we should do something about this,” Ryan said. That night at dinner Ryan decided to talk to his father about the subject. “Dad, My friends and I have decided that we have to put a stop to all this pollution occurring in our city.” Ryan’s dad didn’t even look up from his pork chops but after moments of silence he finally replied. “Ok, what do you plan on doing to resolve the issue?” Ryan sat, thinking of his father’s words. “We will get people to sign a petition and we will demand for the city to make a change.” Just as Ryan finished his sentence his mom walked in. “What’s new?” she asked. “Ryan wants to get people to sign a petition and have the city crack down on pollution, and I’ll support him.” Ryan’s dad answered. “Well its fine by me,” she said. The next day was a Saturday and Ryan had called all his friends that night to meet him at the city park. Once everyone had arrived they walked around looking for people to sign the petition. After they thought they had enough signatures they marched down to the city hall with their parents and showed them the signatures.  A couple weeks had passed by, and everything had been better. The town issued a city wide cleanup twice a month and law enforcers cracked down on littering and pollution and it kept everything in check. It looked like everything in the town had been restored, all thanks to the courage of Ryan to speak out on what he thought was right.