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Embers: Chapter 12
ZANDER The board full of signing sheets for the junior class was in disarray. Covered in signatures for sports and drama, art and music electives and other after school activities. I was having a slight crisis of indecision, wondering if it was a good idea to sign up for the track team this year. Zach and I would be starting work with Dad next week anyway. I wouldn't have the time or energy for school work, regular work and track too. I guess I could talk to Dad about it after school. Maybe he'd fire me and I could actually do something other than tune ups and tire rotations this time around. I didn't mind helping him out. Bonding over cars was a frequent past time for Dad and I. I just wanted something for myself for once. Something I didn't have to share with my brother.
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Humans
Pen and Scott
Her name is Pen. She's a quiet one, Pen. Doesn't like confrontation—with any gender. She's like one of those girls in the movies who have faded knee-length skirts, white socks, black loafers and a pink cardigan that's one too many sizes big. Her hair is a silky chocolate brown that reaches her mid back and if it wasn't for her yellow ribbon on top of her head, one would think she was half way decent for an actual date ... Not standing in a choir at church.
By Beverly Alvarez7 years ago in Humans
A Month
Her soul ached. Everything reminded her of him. It had been a month and day since he’d ended things, and only a couple days since she’d last talked to him. It hit her hard the day before. One month. It was really over.
By Brianna Valenzuela7 years ago in Humans
Today Will Be the Day
It’s weird to wake up in a usual room but feel anxious to the point where it seems as unfamiliar as a random stranger on the street. The off-white walls covered from head to toe with posters from every single musical I’ve attended, the old carpet that looked more like aged wine than the “miraculous magenta” shade shown in the advertisements, the dark brown furniture made from some unspecified wood, and the usual comfort of my bed were masked by an intense feeling of dread I could only describe as my body being as paralyzed as someone who was bitten by a poisonous spider. However, despite this awful feeling, I had to force myself out of bed the minute “By the Sea” blared from my phone and remind myself that at least that day was the last day of the week.
By Julia Gay7 years ago in Humans
Something More
I wake up from my peaceful slumber to the small amount of light coming through the curtains. I need to hurry up and get out of here before Tom wakes up. I carefully pry his arms off of my waist then get up and get dressed. I then grab my phone and head out to the streets to head to my apartment
By Gisselle Canales7 years ago in Humans
WildTeenSeries (Pt. 4)
I wake up too early the next day feeling a bit strange. I start showering and getting ready to go to school as I hear my mother doing so as well.
By Maria Starakov7 years ago in Humans
WildTeenSeries (Pt. 3)
The first period arrives and Mrs. Tillman, our English teacher, has some exciting news as she reveals it on the dashboard.
By Maria Starakov7 years ago in Humans
WildTeenSeries (Pt. 2)
Waking up to the bacon aroma sizzling from the kitchen was something I could use right now. My mother gets up early on Saturdays simply because she runs errands, does breakfast, and cleans the, house. She likes to keep herself busy and discuss weekly updates with me and my sister through breakfast.
By Maria Starakov7 years ago in Humans
You Little Lost Soul
I shouldn’t have changed along with the seasons. Yet, I am getting colder as the winter approaches, as the leaves fall arrhythmically on my shoulders, as the weight of the days gets heavier on my skin.
By coffee writer7 years ago in Humans
Not Quite
Everything is so bright and clear. The sun continues to feed my skin as I walk among the grass. I look up and close my eyes for a fraction of a second. The sky is nothing but clear and there is only a small breath of wind that periodically kisses my face and touches my hair. There are no cars, and there are no buildings. It is only me and the trees, hardly any sound. All I had carried with me is my phone and a bag containing a water bottle and an upholstery blanket in case I decided to sit for a while.
By Mick Johnson7 years ago in Humans
Fantastical Magick: Chapter One
The wind blows hard through the summer grass. The high city buildings and rushing traffic begin making their sounds of the day. Loud honks of impatient cars, shouts of people trying to catch the buses and ringing church bells echo through the small apartment Gina Mills calls home. Her mother bangs pans against each other on the stove as she rushes to create some mystery breakfast from whatever was in the fridge.
By Shiny7 years ago in Humans
5:30 PM
Sunday, December 31, 2017 It’s cold. I’m cold. The alarm is going off, but I’ve already been up for three hours and seventeen minutes. I turn to look at the clock. The screen reads 7:00 AM. in a neon green. It hurts my eyes. My eyes. They’re burning. I get off the queen bed, careful to avoid the right side. Evan’s side.
By Emily Chang7 years ago in Humans