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So my topic will be on Equestrians.
My site: The odyssey online / equestrians
1.) This site uses neat and organized paragraphs for each topic they explain.
2.) It does not have bulleted lists
3.) Yes there are bolded headings
4.) The text does have highlighted words
5.) There are pictures
Things that the site may need:
A more organized site because it is not just one topic
It could have some bulleted lists for it
There is only one bolded heading so maybe another
Maybe some more pictures so the reader know what the writer is talking about
 
        
             
        
        
        
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Everyone loves the first day of school, right? New year, new classes, new friends. It's a day full of potential and hope, before all the dreary depressions of reality show up to ruin all the fun.I like the first day of school for a different reason, though. You see, I have a sort of power. When I look at people, I can...sense a sort of aura around them. A colored outline based on how long that person has to live. Most everyone I meet around my age is surrounded by a solid green hue, which means they have plenty of time left.A fair amount of them have a yellow-orangish tinge to their auras, which tends to mean a car crash or some other tragedy. Anything that takes people "before their time" as they say.The real fun is when the auras venture into the red end of the spectrum, though. Every now and again I'll see someone who's basically a walking stoplight. Those are the ones who get m*rd*red or k*ll themselves. It's such a rush to see them and know their time is numbered.With that in mind, I always get to class very early so I can scout out my classmates' fates. The first kid who walked in was basically radiating red. I chuckled to myself. Too da.mn bad, bro. But as people kept walking in, they all had the same intense glow. I finally caught a glimpse of my rose-tinted reflection in the window, but I was too stunned to move. Our professor stepped in and locked the door, his aura a sickening shade of green.