I ask, as we walk toward a bench outside the cafeteria. Zoe’s laughter bellows out of her lungs. If there’s one thing I’ve noticed in the short amount of time that I’ve known her, it’s that she loves to laugh. It’d almost be adorable, if she wasn’t always laughing at my expense. “There are alliga...
I was praying he would contact me again, and when he finally did, I felt a part of me relax. Like I was holding my breath, waiting for his call or something. Truth be told, I was. As much as I don’t want to acknowledge it, I could feel myself falling into ‘like’ with him. I know it sounds totally...
I’m just really tired. I know Dad wouldn’t mind either, so just decide on some, please.” We’ve been sitting in this stuffy funeral home for hours now. The clock on Mr. York’s desk says six forty-six. Yawning, I try to seem interested in the flower debate. Really, I don’t know why this wasn’t all ...