He’ll go where your courage goes. That’s where you’ll always find him. What in the world does that even mean? Why does everyone want to talk so fuzzy around here and expect me to know what they’re talking about? “Will you stop all that thinking?” Mikayla suddenly blurted out, jerking me out of my rant. …
When you miss me… I miss you too! But you know what I do? In my mind, I can see you. Think about me, while I think about you… And our times apart turn into times we spend together! When you miss me, look at my picture. Imagine me there! Read the letters I’ve written …
If Dad wasn’t painting on the front porch, he was working on a piece of furniture in his shed. I could hear faint noises coming from out there, so I knew he was either trying to fix something someone found invaluable or he was trying to invent the next chair. He was quite imaginative when …
My mind had been in a world of its own all day. I wasn’t quite sure where it had been or what I had been doing. But I know that milk doesn’t go in the cabinet, and empty bowls don’t go in the refrigerator. So, my mind was somewhere else while I was going through …
“Are you okay?” Jeph asked as he looked down at Julie. She cracked her neck and felt her head, “No. I’m not okay. I just got hit by a car.” Jeph looked back at his car, looking for dents, “That was me. That was my car.” “I know whose car it was,” she said as …
Marcus had gone all out for this particular extravagant soiree because for him, it was a special occasion. He had thrown everyone off his scent by spreading the rumor that the party was in Julie’s honor. A rumor she had no idea was going around because he had sworn everyone to secrecy, and most of …
The sounds of balls cracking on the pool table echoed throughout the hall as music played on low in the background. This wasn’t a hopping club after all. It was still on campus at the Student Center where Julie caught up to Marcus. They grabbed a seat on the couch by the window and shared …
As Dad made his way to the table with a new pitcher of beer, Stone was just finishing his mug. “Right on time,” he gasped as he swallowed, wiping beer from his beard. “The bartender’s kind of slow tonight, though,” Dad said as he grabbed his mug and poured himself another one. Stone looked around …
The halls smelled like too much cologne and body mist, with active students buzzing around like the coffee adrenaline had kicked into high gear. Wide awake, guys with wet hair and girls with hastily tied ponytails were making their way from one class to another with casual rebellion underscoring their apathetic ambition. There was a …
The windows rattled as the weedwhacker buzzed the morning silence away, not a care in the world that anyone was still trying to sleep. Jealous lawn workers must hate college students for their laid-back lives and the short hours they spend in class. Those were the thoughts crossing Julie’s mind as she sat up and …
