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I walked up to the front door of the house, looking at the phone just to check that I had the correct address. God, I don’t know if I can do this… Today in French class, I was asked by the teacher if I could help tutor a boy in my class period named Michael Clifford. When she asked me this, I felt my face heat up. I’d had a crush on this guy since I moved to Sydney. I nodded shyly, and she called him up. He seemed less than thrilled about needing a tutor. I could understand why. This kid was one of the smartest in the school. Just, not when it came to French. We both agreed to meet at his house, and I gave him my phone number so that we could communicate back and forth about things. Michael turned out to be not only attractive and slightly …show more content…
I couldn’t find my voice, so I just nodded instead, my cheeks flushing red, his doing the same. When it became obvious to me that he wasn’t going to do anything else, I just went back to his French textbook that was sitting between us on the bed. As I reached for it, I felt two dry lips press against mine. I felt a shock go through my body, my eyes wide in surprise, but closing as I felt his long, soft eyelashes flutter against my cheeks gently. I turned my head to one side, feeling his fringe tickling my face as I deepened the kiss. He pulled back and let out a breath that he had been …show more content…
He then told me that if I wanted to, I was welcome to stay the night, and he could put my clothes into the wash with his own. I accepted his offer, thanking him as he handed me a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, leaving the room in only his boxers and taking all of our clothes, stopping by his hamper to grab his boxers again. I put on his clothes and sat on his bed, waiting for him to come back. I heard the sound of the front door opening. Shortly after I heard the wash start, he came back to his room. He was being followed by a lady with a kind face. I could instantly tell that she was his mother, and felt my heart leap in my chest. “Mom, this is (Y/N). She was tutoring me in French,” he states, gesturing towards me with his hand. “Well, (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you. I don’t think Michael’s ever had such a gorgeous girl over!” She laughs lightly, Michael’s cheeks tinging pink at her words. “But, Michael, why is she wearing your
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One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get a life." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him.
SWISH! I turn my head to the right with a grin and see my mom cheering as I scored my first points of the season. The last game of the season I scored my first points of my middle school basketball “career.” Now sit back and relax as you read the story of how I got my first points in middle school basketball.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
My gaze drifts from the TV towards her. “You'd better ask Angelo. Besides, he may have something to say about that outfit.” Then again, they are dating, he'd probably enjoy watching her waltz around in little more than a towel. “What are you wearing tonight?”
You begin to leave hickeys on his neck as he walks the both of you to his king-sized bed. He lays you down gently, climbing on top of you, helping you take your bra off. Once it came off, he immediately started sucking on your breast, massaging the other in circular motions. You ran your fingers through his hair, moaning his name in pleasure. Derek left kisses down your body as he takes off your pants.
and now you call me mom. All in just one day!” His mother shifts to face me. “IT’S A GIRL!
Initial contact came the moment he caught my eye during cross-country. I perceived immediate attraction and my friends began referring to him as Paige’s crush. Similarity of interests connected us and provided opportunities for interactional contact through high school soccer. The relationship developed from afar as we watched and learned about each other through the proximity of our neighborhoods, living only a mile apart. Exhilarating, heart-pumping rushes of emotion overwhelmed me each time John called. Showing Interest, John pursued me and wanted to spend time together. Our personalities meshed. Uncontrollable Duchenne smiles took over when I saw or thought about him. Team dinners required no need to speak because our nonverbal communication and eye contact said it all, demonstrated by winks and silly faces. By the end of the summer we were bound and officially dating.
My home nurse comes up into my isolated bedroom; she shakes the bed to find the medication for my 2 o'clock pill. She looks around a bit confused although she removes my blanket. I look around in suspense as well. She takes the bottle which is almost finished and brings it downstairs for the check-in. However, when Leslie returns, pills seem to have been removed. I look at her knowing she took some for personal sales, yet that’s our secret. My husband, Liam, walks into the room as she slips the illegal money beneath my leg and he seems confused. He walks toward us slowly as my nurse slips out.
It was a long and silent night. I couldn’t help but realize that, as the night progressed, my chances of survival were decreasing. I had intentionally come out to the forest to find some crowberry for my pet jackalope, Rufus; it was the time of season the berries were to be at their ripest point, but little had I known that it would arrive. It was a beast with teeth the size of rock, the head of a tiger, the body of a snake, the wings of a great eagle, and green, glowing eyes staring at you as if your death approached with every step it took. I was lucky to have survived, but my friend, Thomas, wasn’t. I had watched as the beast took Thomas away to its lair in the high peaks of Mount Atheodus, while I had to return to Rufus.
When I was a kid, everyday I’d prayed for my dad to come back, and Noodles for lunch everyday.
I meet Derek in high school. My friend Milagra and and I went to our first high school football game. I had heard of him my first day of high school, they said he was very nice and kind of popular, but he never would have liked me or at least that’s what I thought. He walked by me and asked, “Aren’t you in my class? Isn’t your name, Lila?” I nodded and tried to say “yea” but I stumbled over my words. Derek replied for a simple, “See in class” and walked away.
It was a Monday morning my grandma was talking to my mom on the phone and my mom always lets us heard their conversation, so they always talk to for a long time and after 30 minutes my mom was turning sad and when she goes to the room me and my sister know something has happened and then I went in my mom room and the door was locked and It was a difficult time for our family that time. My mom tries to get more information and figured out and when we went to go pick out my aunt, my grandma told us that one of our older cousins was shot we did not know how but I think what I remember what my mom was talking to my grandma, and she said that he got kidnapped and the next day he was shot at I don't really know how that happen because it I could
Then he asked me if I had ever been kissed, this sent me into a near heart attack mode. I admitted that I hadn’t been kissed before. Then boy in front of me, the one who always held confidence, who knew so much of himself so well prior to those who do that are much older than we, blushed and apologized sincerely for not having been a better person to me and not having something to offer me this day. He looked back up at me with confidence and more love in his eyes that I had ever seen at the time. And then, Jordan softly placed his hand behind my neck, not intimately or anything like that, but in a more comforting way, moving my hair behind my shoulder and said, “If I can offer you anything special, a small gift in a small way,” and he kind of laughed at that, his voice softened again and he finished, “If you’ll let me, I’ll give you your first kiss.” The shock in my eyes must have been apparent, of course no one had ever said anything so romantic to me in my whole life (Again, I just turned fourteen), I nodded –a huge blush gracing my face as well as much as