I wonder why I never took French. Well, I guess that’s because Italian seemed more relevant with my choice in hobbies. I start toward the stairs, not realizing that I’m literally floating. “Did you have fun?” Belle strolls out of the kitchen, a glove on one h...
Luca groans as he starts his car. “How does anyone retain that much information on child brain development?” “I ask myself the same question every night you make me watch some sports recall crap and they start spewing player statistics.” “That's...
If I would’ve ended up at home instead of here they could’ve been iced or something to relieve the pain. My dad’s a fucking MMA champ. The dick should be thankful the cops showed up when they did or he wouldn’t be fucking alive. He’s taught me more than just the basics of ...
The annoying buzz of the machine, should be enough encouragement to get my ass in gear, but instead it's an arrogant solace acknowledging the fact I've been bereft of so many things in my life. And I've just let it happen. “Presley,” Xander's short of breath voice calls ...
I look at myself in the staff locker room mirror. “I can’t wear this.” Erin pops her face over my shoulder admiring her handy work, curling iron still in hand. “You can. And you will.” My reflection shows a girl I barely recognize. I’ve got on a sho...
I just hope she’s wearing clothes in it. “Kid, if that’s a dirty text message, you need to learn to be more subtle about it,” I nag at him, turning on my blinker. “It just said happy birthday.” He looks up at me while sliding it into his pocket. “In body glitter?” My remark makes him throw his he...
Pure and utter hell. And I love what I do. I love helping people. I do so well in the ER because I manage to keep a level head in situations most people panic, but the shifts are long and the things that seeing the shit I do can do to you, take their toll if you aren’t fortunate. Or if you don’t ...
10 months since I've been home. 10 months since I've held that girl of mine in my arms. 10 months since she's been more than a small video feed on a screen. An email. A text. A phone call. Don't be mistaken. I love my country. I'm proud to wake up every morning to fight for it. If I die in the fi...
However, I’ve been hanging out with Justin long enough to know better than to believe life is ever that easy. Exiting the restroom, I head back to the courtyard where the annual school carnival is bursting with activity. I’m confused as to why Justin isn’t waiting outside ...