I'd give it more stars. But it's really short. The timeline in the story was even less than half a day. It really had a potential to be longer. I was expecting more drama and such. But then it was done. Too soon.Or maybe it's just me. The flow was good nonetheless. Some stories get too angsty I p...
It’s about a month after I went to Nathan’s basketball game and I’m in the kitchen cutting up fruit for breakfast when my dad makes the announcement. “Me and Missy are engaged,” he says casually, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. My hand slips and the knife that I’m holding slides d...
Arielle says to me as I twirl my hair around my finger. “I have no idea why you’re freaking out so bad.” I sigh and stare at the road straight ahead. Arielle and I are on our way to Syracuse. It’s been six-and-a-half weeks since I came home from South Carolina. Six-and-a half weeks since I met Al...
At first I’m just staring at the ceiling of my room trying to make heads or tails out of the static that’s swirling around in my mind. I tiptoe out into the kitchen to find a notebook and a pen. Once I do I begin to write. I write everything I’m stressed about. I write about being scared of going...
As soon as Karli sees me crying a few minutes after Austin broke up with me, she takes my hand and leads me outside to my car. She then texts Alexa and tells her what’s going on. A few minutes later we’re all on our way to the mall. “What you need to do,” Karli says, “is find someone new. The fas...
You know how it is when you try to tell teachers anything. They think you’re just trying to correct them in front of the whole class, even when you’re nice about it.” I roll my eyes, throw my huge blanket back over my head, and curl up into a little ball on my bed. It’s th...
I groan, way to tired to deal with such a life-changing thing first thing in the morning. But I jump up anyway, knowing I don’t have that much time. I had decided that getting to the diner right on time was important, I had more of a chance of being able to talk to Kathleen first thing in the mor...
It can be a person, or a thing, or maybe even a dream you know deep down will never be realistic. Whatever it is, it’s the first thing you think about when you wake up in the morning, and the last thing you think about at night before you go to sleep. It’s the person, or thing, you spend your tim...
“Lets hang out.” That was it, no hi, no how are you, and no introduction. Yet somehow I knew it was him and somehow it was enough, somehow it was enough to make me feel like he wanted me. We met at a diner. I was amazed by him, but I wasn’t stupid enough to just drive off somewhere with him. I fi...