T.B.D_Sticks and Stone and WatErMeLoNs_The Last Summer_Just a Massive Dog
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T.B.D
Ashley Barns, 10th gradeHave you ever had that one friend who was indecisive, picky, and confused? The one that was always busy but not because they needed to but because they had the urge the need to be moving all the time doing lots of different things miserable doing so? I have and because of it, the friendship I had with my best friend Kathy was almost destroyed. Hi, My name is Ashley Barns I am in the 10th grade and when I was in the 9th grade my best friend Kathy was so busy picking up and dropping school clubs and neighborhood hobbies that she got distant from me and her own family, Thi...
Sticks and Stone and WatErMeLoNs
Kellie loved watermelon, as displayed over the course of her 17 years of life, in the form of birthday cakes, Chapstick flavors, and patterned blankets. It went right down to the miniature watermelon charm on her keychain. She hadn’t told anyone yet, but she was planning to get a tattoo of one on her wrist. Kellie wasn’t quite sure why she liked the fruit so much. Something about it just made her happy. The funniest, most laughable thing about her obsession? She couldn’t stand the taste of it. She liked watermelon flavored foods, but the actual thing? Not a chance. Everyone she knew just assu...
The Last Summer
It was August. The afternoon sun beat down like a hammer upon the earth, and the apartment buildings seemed to sweat through glass pores. Children ran through the streets for brief periods before being recalled by their parents to refresh their sunscreen, while the adults huddled inside by the air conditioners.A thin white line appeared in the sky, near the horizon. Most paid it no mind. Within a minute, a low roaring sound could be heard over the children in the street. People began to look, brows furrowed, in the direction of the sound - but it was too late.A blast hotter than the sun erupt...
Just a Massive Dog
I know what she wants, but she will not gewww.onedoor.cct it that easily. ‘I have met this guy, but I don’t know. I can see he likes me, but I don’t know,’ she says as nonchalantly as possible. But I know she wants me to envy her, because boys only seem to fuck me and I have just split up with my boyfriend (A twat, not a great loss, but you know). She is so easy to read. ‘Good for you,’ I say, barely holding my sarcasm. Just to hide my thoughts better, I throw in a smile. I suddenly hope I have some food between my teeth. ‘Thank you,’ she says, beaming with a smile so big that tell me that either she is t...