It was a bright sunny afternoon in the school cafeteria. The light of the sun beating down into the cafeteria through the windows. Flowers were fully grown and trees were as green as ever swaying from the little breeze of wind. Inside the cafeteria were round tables and chairs that were gray with 6 people at each table. The noise of kids socializing, getting their food. Listening to the commotion of kids deciding what to eat. I look around me and I quickly glance the cafeteria to see a bunch of kids smiling and laughing talking about their days or what class they have next. I see my friend arrive out of the corner of my eye and we talk about how our days are so far. Then we start heading toward the line to buy lunch, waiting patiently for the
I also don't own the idea, it was requested to me by the wonderful Amanda. Thank you so much! I hope I did this idea justice.
I guess you want to know all the sordid details huh ? Hmmm. Well. Let me start with an introduction to the scenario. I'd already had a slave before but she wasn't behaving so I had to cut the bitch loose. It was a real shame. She was a real looker too. But oh well. I was cruising the bar circuit as is my usual. I went to the downtown core to scope out my next target but from what I saw there was nothing interesting around until the wee hours of the night when I was getting in my car and this young lady asked me for a light for her cigarette. Oh she was a looker, just like the one before. Long blonde hair that cascaded to the middle of her back, a generous pair of tits and wow, what a pair of legs. I was so stunned by her I almost forgot why I went out that night. I remember giving her a light so I'd have an excuse to strike up conversation. Just enough to stall her from leaving. She'd agreed to gab a bit so we both had a cigarette and talked in my car. The night air was a little cool so I turned on the car to keep us
I packed my things into a small U-Haul. We were leaving the town I had always known, Houston, to go someplace I barely knew, a small town named Navasota. We moved when I was four because my parents wanted us to experience a small town like they had grown up in. Would I find new friends? Would the people there like me?
Excerpt Wasn't my knock-knock joke good? Yes, it was a funny joke..., especially for the occasion. But you didn't even smile.
When I wake up, I see everything blurry. I blink a few times. My mind wanders for an explanation. Today I am Julia Scuccuglia. She is twelve years old and moved from Brazil about a week ago.
I was madly in love with her. I think she forgot sometimes just how much considering she would asked me every five minutes, but wasn’t it obvious? I mean I used to sit with her when she was ill; make her laugh when she was sad; watch the notebook everyday just because it was her favourite movie and seeing her face light up with excitement each time was worth it. We spent every second together we were the power couple, well that’s what people labelled us anyways.
I'm finally on my flight, and amazing got seated next to harry with an empty seat in between us. What luck! We haven't chatted too much, and are mostly trying to regain sleep we lost last night. For the most part I haven't really slept. The thought about going to china has been keeping me up.
As I walked into school, I could hear my mother’s voice start the routine that occurred every weekday at 2:21; when I got off the bus. “How was your day at school?” she asked, sitting at the table, with the mail and bills spread around her. “Good!
Today is the day I’m finally going to talk to her. I have to talk to her. She is the most amazing girl I have ever laid eyes on. She has perfectly curly brown hair with green eyes that are like emeralds. She also dresses so nice and is so perfect, she is flawless.
Three cups of coffee greeted me this morning. It was all lukewarm, since I made it about four or five hours ago. The second cup is alone in my kitchen sink, right beside the disposal. I’m waiting for him to come back for coffee, but he’s taking far too long.
The next day was quite peaceful...always is but more so than any other day. I got my last report in and watched some T.V. I heard the door slam halfway into the football game and knew my son was back from school. He told me there was a strange fat lady that always got on the elevator when he did and asked me if I ever noticed her. “Don't think I have”, I said, too busy watching the game to look at
I pull out an apple and start on that, as we talk about what happened this morning, when a group of girls had said that my friends were stupid. After the lunch bell rings, everyone stands up and goes to their next class. I walk in my art class, which is the last hour, and sit down in the back of the class. I start sketching in my sketchbook, as the teacher walked around to see what we were drawing. She had stopped when she came around to me, and smiled.
When I got home I quickly got ready, I ironed my cap and gown, did my make-up and hair, and made my last phone call to Andrew. I called him right before I left and asked him if he was sure he did not want a ride. Again he responded politely and on my way I went. When I got to the high school everyone was taking pictures, laughing, and talking about how they were g...
It was just another day of my life. The fourth ring of my alarm woke me up. As usual, I was not feeling to go in school. I slept a couple of more minutes.After while, the shine of the sun coming from the window woke me up.I slowly stretched my arms and slid out of bed. I brushed my teeth and took the shower. Downstair,my mother was calling me for breakfast.I was still undecided what should wear for school. After browsing for while I found something to wear,and finished getting myself ready for school. When I checked the clock, I was running late as usual, which was not a surprised. I quickly ate my half sandwich and left the rest of the sandwich on the table.I took my car key, jump in my black Lexus and made my way to school.During my way to school, I got a call from my friend John. John is my best friend since when we were in middle school. He told me that his car was broke down and he needed to ride to school. Fortunately, my friend house on my school way. I told my friend. I am on my way to pick you up from your house. As I got there, john come out from his house and jumped in my car. With sound of Drake singing and music blasting, it was a
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were