Chicken Parmesan_Fail or Do a Dare_Life Will Go On_A Single Night
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Chicken Parmesan
Our tender chicken breasts are coated with grated Parmesan, the menu reads. “Sam? Do you know what you’re getting?”And Italian breadcrumbs. And– “Sam?”I look up at the familiar brown eyes which hold an unfamiliar expression. My mother’s lips jut forward.“What are you ordering?” My focus is all over the place, and I haven’t been able to read past one item. “The um..” Baked in our marinara sauce, topped with three Italian cheeses and– God this description kind of goes on forever. “Chicken,” I finally say. “Are you sure?” Now her eyes focus on the other end of the menu. The expensive side. “You ...
Fail or Do a Dare
I’m poor. Go ahead laugh. Go ahead and shame me, you obnoxious rich people. My family has just enough money to pay for food. We live on the streets because my mom is out of a job and my dad is a janitor who scraps the gunk of school pillars in our town and mops city hall’s floors. I have a sister who was just born. She is my life and I love her. I’d do anything for her like I'd anything for my best friend Fiona. She is the one person I know who doesn’t shame me or my family for our situation at hand. She also teaches me school. She is like my teacher, best friend, and the kindest person I know...
Life Will Go On
—————————————————————————————————————It was winter. The room was dry and cool. That one tiny window in her apartment was opened, letting in breezes of the crisp air outside. The sound of New York City bustling. The old wallpaper had already begun to peel at its corners. The low sun shone in through the window and created a daze of orange light. She stared at it. Her eyes watching it, peeking up from the top of her laptop screen. The sun reflecting off of it. The black piano.It was upright; its white and black keys relaxed. Quiet. Like it was in its own world. A bubble. Tuning out the rest of...
A Single Night
“What's the matter? Scared of the dark?” Freddy Shaw shouted www.onedoor.ccfrom somewhere behind me. His goons started laughing like maniacs.“We’re not scared!” Tim shouts beside me, though I’m not sure if he’s shouting at them or the creepy graveyard in front of us. Tim gripped his hands into fists and stood up straight to look tough but I can see his hands shaking. He marched forward as if being pulled by marionette strings and threw open the large black gate. It creaked and for a second I was sure that my parents could hear it from four blocks away. I remembered the traffic around town square when Freddy...