I stepped into my bedroom and shut the door behind me. As usual, TreFual was lounging on my desk. "Hey jailbird, how's tricks?" "Not bad," I should have figured that he would know "I brought you some steak back." I said gesturing with the Styrofoam box in my hand. TreFual jumped off my desk and suddenly he was my size. "How do you do that?" "Easy, the same way you shape shift. I'm able to do more with what I've got." Taking the box from my hand, he returned to my desk and sat down. " Then why do you stay 8 inches tall most of the time?" " Mostly, because I think it's funny. Now, shut up and let me eat." I grabbed a novel off my bookshelf and spread out on my bed to enjoy some reading while TreFual ate. Finally, closing the box he dropped it into the wastebasket. " Did you enjoy it?" "I like my steak a little more well done but I enjoyed it. Thanks, kid." Lighting a cigarette, TreFual kicked back in my chair." You did alright today. We're fortunate that the girl didn't die." "Karen?" "Nah, I couldn't give a shit about her. I'm talkin' about the one you hit. If you had hit her just a little harder she would have died and that would have been bad." I sat up "Why?" "Bad publicity. You can't afford to publicly be associated with any killing. It goes against the image we're crafting. It's ok that you hurt her, but killing is a no no." He paused for a moment "Tell you what kid, because you did so well today, I think you deserve a little R&R so I'm canceling training tonight. Go out and have some fun or something." "Cool, thanks!" I had still had questions but I swallowed them. Because, if I asked a stupid one TreFual would not only cancel R&R but give me twice the work as punishment. I immediately went down stairs and to... ... middle of paper ... ...east a week. I offered to get her assignments for her. Mrs. Chang appreciated that. Karen did not. I realized that it was time to go. Mrs. Chang and I exchanged numbers before I left. On the way home, I stopped to price some upholstery work. My dad and I decided to have the seats in the Pantera redone. I think my dad loved this car almost as much as I do. To be honest, working on it together had brought our relationship to a whole new level. After waiting around for about 30 minutes. Richard, the guy that owned the shop was able to take a look and price out the job. He gave me the estimate. I told him that I would talk it over with my dad and get back to him. We shook on it and I headed out. I drove around for awhile but there wasn't much to do. It was a school day so I couldn't get in to any of the fun places until 3:00pm. I went home to see what was for lunch.
"You know what? I don't feel very hungry anymore. Why don't you take that pizza back?" I asked.
"I'm going to make a big request of you today," he said, pocketing his souvenirs with satisfaction, "so I thought you ought to know something about me. I didn't want you to think I was just some
“ Yeah, it was good,” my brother smiled proudly. The responsibility lecture washed over me and before I knew it, I was freaking out.
“Now was that entirely necessary? You almost upset my work.” He gestured to the bubbling cauldron in front of him.
"No," said Miss Matrix. And it was true. She hadn’t started as a hero. "But… they need to be gone. And they don’t know what I’ve been doing these past few years."
After reading Karen’s story, I feel as though anyone can do anything they put their minds to as long as they are willing to work hard for it. Karen was girl who was very active and enjoyed playing sports. She also had a passion for education. When Karen was in high school, she had an accident in which she broke her back. Since her back was broken, Karen was left with an impairment that caused her to be in a wheelchair. Karen was the type of girl that wanted to do stuff on her own, so things got tough for her after her injury. For a while, she had to depend on people to do things for her. However, she was eventually able to get back to somewhat doing things by herself with the help of rehab. Karen was able to go to college and participate in
I smiled with an uncertainty of having not given him what he wanted. He gathered up his camera and turned to go ask the same question to the other cast members. Their answers were short, and silly.
“So where did you move from?” She asked, as she grabbed her purse and some groceries that she had picked up after work.
Asking slightly uncertain if I really wanted to know. “Also, you asked me to sit down you haven't told me anything even the tiniest bit shocking.” “It's not like we can just blurt it out.” Cerul snapped
“No problem, anything for you kid.” Ricky said, and before I could ask another question we were sound asleep like a
“Nothing,” I said, smiling warmly and bursting with affection for Taylor. “It’s nothing important. I’ll talk to you about it later. Let’s go eat.”
About a month later, my dad bought another old Honda in beautiful condition, and about a month after that I bought a ...
Embarrassed bringing the car to get washed, I sat and waited for the car to make it through the other side. Nervously waiting I was greeted by two more people that were also waiting for their vehicles to be cleansed of minor visual defects. One of the customers was a man in his mid forties and the other was a boy almost the same age as I was. I still sat there in anticipation waiting to see my car pass through the other side.
“Yeah yeah yeah, pretty good. I’ve got a new batch of weed in, and kid, I’m sure you’ll like this.” he said.