Dad crooks his eyebrow while staring at the computer. “Why?” “I’ve been there for the past two Saturdays.” I look down, taking a deep breath. It’s been years since I have had to justify an expense to my father or ask for money. “They need new equipment, food, and so much m...
Her side of the bed being empty made me spring up and search for her. “Morning, pretty girl,” I said, as I spotted her dressing into her running gear, and I assumed we’d be going for a stroll in the city—or Central Park. Though, her serious face told me the opposite. “You ok?” “I can’t anymore,” ...
One much younger with black hair and purple tips, wearing glasses and a pink neon set of scrubs. Seven in the morning and I feel like shit. They weren’t kidding about waking me up every two hours asking my date of birth, place of birth, college, the last movie I made, first movie, my parent’s nam...