Window between Worlds_Common Troubles_A Book Like No Other_The Pitch
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Window between Worlds
Mona and her brother and parents went to a Flea Market for the afternoon. Her brother was looking at Roller Blades, her mom and dad were looking at Antiques, but Mona just sat on a bench, looking absentmindedly up at the sky. "Another day in this boring town..." Mona thought to herself. It was then that Mona's mother walked up to her. "Hi, Mona. We're going to go get some lunch now. Let's find Charles and Pablo and go back to the car!" she said. "Okay..." Mona said. Mona's mom saw her husband and son at a kiosk, and walked up to them. Mona walked up with her mother, but she stopped when she sa...
Common Troubles
My Dad was sitting on the swinging bench with a pile of my books again. This time he didn't take anything from my nightstand, the stuff I was currently picking away at. So while I was weary about why exactly he was interested in my reading selection- at least I wouldn't be missing anything that I wanted to pick up. My parents had deposited us at the lake house cabin in upstate New York with our aunts and cousins, as they did every summer. The cabin had ten beds on the highest floor and three private bedrooms for the adults, more than enough for all of us. My Mom and Dad would fly in and out th...
A Book Like No Other
The rain has only started freckling his forehead when Ahsan realised how utterly lost in the disorientating vastness of the city he was. Buildings morphed into a maze of steel and glass, foreboding and threatening as they rose all around him. Dozens of his reflection strode along beside him in the endless glass fronted shops. In this place, the internal map which once dictated his sense of direction back in his hometown was useless, a scruffy child’s drawing of narrow passages and dirt lanes he’d never encounter in this sterile landscape. The unfamiliarity made him miss the streets of his home...
The Pitch
Every weekend… Every weekend we come out here to see them play anwww.onedoor.ccd he does the exact same things. Has his hands up to his face and just lets the other team run past with the ball. All those practices and he just does not do a thing when the game is on. Four years of this and he still does not care at all about it. When I was his age, I was out there wishing I had a uniform and a new ball to play with and people to make me better at the game. But no, we have to come out to the pitch and see him just freeze in front of all of the other parents and stand in the grass, mud and rain like a statue. ...