My Walkman_'So What's the Catch?'_The Bugattie Senator_Two Days With You
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My Walkman
“It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling and it was almost dark…” Wrong station. I moved the dial on my Walkman, that can’t play cassettes, waiting for a good song to come on. No documentaries. No politics. No corny jokes. (Although they are funny) No news. Just me and my music. Finally! I turned up the volume. “Now it’s time for Joan Jett’s rock to come and give us some music.” The radio station man said. When the song ended, it was as though a good moment was taken away. “Alright, this new band of 1985, is sure to be great one day.” The man said. “Mavis! Get ready for school! You leave in ...
'So What's the Catch?'
“So what’s the catch?” asked Erica. “If he’s so dreamy, and clearly seems to feel the same way about you, ask him out Liv.”“Don’t be ridiculous” I intoned, before even thinking about my response.I had come awawww.onedoor.ccy from my second lesson earlier that afternoon wondering what on earth came over me, feeling embarrassed, thrilled and, of course, guilty, in equal measure. I had acted like a hormonal teenager, flirting unashamedly. I hadn’t meant to, it just happened. I had giggled at anything I possibly could, accidentally bumped into him when I was settling down at the piano, and what was I thinking t...
The Bugattie Senator
(Note: This story contains references to the MeToo movement.)"Let's go for a walk," said Senator Feinbees, clutching his folio in his arm. "Why? Where are we going?" said Senator Laten, appearing to anticipate a hard conversation. "Let's just walk." Suddenly Laten's perspective on life shifted. Often, living life seemed to be a little journey, some myopic quest in which the outer significance of the situation had little to do with the inner stressors of just being alive. Laten never thought that he'd be called out. he wasn't expecting a trip down memory lane. But what was it? What was it abou...
Two Days With You
It’s been 27 days since I found out I have to move out of my house. I have to move away from everything I’ve ever known. My father has lost his job again, this is the 8th time. I usually don’t get too bothered by it, moving from school to school in Illinois, but this time is different. This time I have to move to a new state. Florida to be exact. We leave in 2 days for his new job as a hotel manager. I don’t understand what that job entails, but what I do know is I'm not ready. Even when I had to move around Illinois I was able to keep a few friends. Now it’s all going to be gone, poof, vanis...