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To the Ranch
The little girl sat in her fifth grade classroom. She was staring out the window. They had taken a test and she as usual finished hers as fast as possible. Tests were actually one of her favorite parts of school. She didn't find them especially hard. It was usually just answering questions that were from the text book. She always read the books whenever she got to a new school and they were given to her then she knew most of the answers, at least enough of them to pass the tests. That was good enough for her she was not interested in being a "good" student she just didn't want to do any grades over. Reading the books ahead of time gave her lots of free time. She had time when everyone else was reading the assignment in class. Usually she just used that time to read her library book. But sometimes she found other things to do, sometimes those things got her in trouble and she would be sent out into the hallway. That was fine with her she would bring her library book and read it out there were it was quiet.
By Heather Lunsford3 years ago in Families
A Family Business Trip
“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That’s why space stations spend lots of money and time on distress broadcasting services,” Dave explained to his son Nathen as they walked home from school. His mom Lana would have been there too, but she was at a race.
By Thomas A Purcell3 years ago in Families
Father's Day: Recognize, Not Idealize
My dad was a taxi driver. When I was little, he always had to leave home after dinner because he had to go to work for the night shift. One of the most memorable event that happened between me and my father when I was in kindergarten was that one night when my father was on the way out for work, I was already drifting asleep. But when I heard the metal door closed, I got up right away to rush to the door to say goodbye to my father, as I did every night. I got up so fast that I slammed my forehead onto the bed headboard and it bled all over my face. I cried so loud that everyone in the house, my mom, my sister, and even my father who had just gone out of the door had to return to come to see what happened. The bleeding was bad and because the cut was on the head, the amount of blood could look quite worrisome. But thinking back, as soon as the bleeding was stopped, it was actually not as serious as it looked. I didn't get a concussion or anything. The scar is still there today, just right above the hairline. A small batch of scalp that hair doesn't grow out. It was an event that family and relatives talked about and made fun of, and to say how much I loved my father.
By Milo The Legend3 years ago in Families
Stomping Grounds
I spent my childhood summers down by the water, and this became my stomping grounds. For weeks each year, I'd stay down at my grandparents' campground, and it felt very much like a second home. For my mother and my two uncles, this was a second home for them. They didn't just spend weeks, they spent the entire summer.
By Krystal Katz3 years ago in Families
How To Boil Water
Katie stood on the imagined threshold between the dining room and the kitchen. The border between the two was only in her head, but it was static and undisputed. It was a good place to play. Aunt Maisey said it felt "zen". Today, Katie wanted to stretch out her arms to the counter and the island and hold herself up by her palms like Spider-Man. She wanted to, but experience told her that Mom would, without a doubt, come bustling into the kitchen at that very moment. Mr. Fuzzles, Katie’s bear, said otherwise. “Go on, it’ll only take a few seconds.”
By Rebekah Conard3 years ago in Families
Stop Losing Things
When Sasha was six, she had a much enduring conductor’s cap that continuously went missing. The white and blue stripes spent evenings abandoned under splintered see-saws or camouflaged under empty quarter water containers in her backpack. When she noticed its absence, usually while eating dinner on the couch, she’d spill the side dish of corn in her Banquet frozen meal tray in her hurry to find it. Andrei, three years older, told his sister to shut up her crying and searched with her, staying up after she’d gone to sleep clutching the hat, to wipe the couch and turn the lights out. On these occasions, Sasha fell asleep believing that Andrei had hidden the hat on purpose.
By Faith Lucas3 years ago in Families
Footprints in the Snow
TW/CW: Self-harm is vaguely mentioned. Gently swaying back and forth like a buoy moving with the flow of the sea, Jordan came to slowly. Greeted with fragmented lights and distorted images, like a camera shutter, he cleared his vision. Instantly, realizing the roof did not hold the familiarity of his room at home. With adrenaline-infused muscles, he scrambled to his feet and turned while absorbing his surroundings. Boxes stacked neatly around the circumference of the - room? But he felt subtle movement, so, maybe — a van? Either way, he should not have been there.
By Jasmine S.3 years ago in Families
