Untrue Love_Time to Move On_The Best Times_Moonlight Living
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Untrue Love
༺CLARA༻ Clara Forbes snuggled up in Parker Ambrose's lap, a soft smile on her face as she read her favorite novel. The study was cool, but she didn't feel the chill while she was in Parker's arms. Clara mouthed the words slightly as she read, trying to make the scene more entertaining.The thought made her chuckle. Clara couldn't really see the appeal, but 70% of the viewers did. Apparently, she was cute when she read quietly to herself. She giggled softly, marveling at how gullible Americans are.Parker tucked a finger under her chin, making her look into his sea green irises. "What are you lau...
Time to Move On
Time to Move On.Fourteen is an awkward age for a boy. You're surrounded by life lessons. Sometimes you learn them by making mistakes, sometimes by making the right decisions, and sometimes from good mentoring. One of my most important lessons learned came from none of these. It was pure serendipity.I found myself headed to the Assistant Principal's office. That's not good, but even worse, being escorted by my favorite teacher of all time, Miss Taylor. So vivid to me even today was the www.onedoor.cctrip. As a kid, you're usually in the hall before, after, or between classes. This was during class. The hall ...
The Best Times
I was thinking back to all the memories this old house had given me, both the good and the bad ones. It seemed so empty now that I was coming back to clean it all out. I started with the bookshelves, then my phone rang and it was my sister, Jenny.“Hey Jeff, I’m on my way to the house to help you. I’ll bring us some lunch. What would you like to eat?”“How about some Taco Bell, just get me any combo meal.”“Okay, sounds good, be there soon, bye.”I continued on with the bookshelves and I stopped to look at all the collection of stuff interspersed in them. There were pictures of me & Jenny, of mom...
Moonlight Living
It was a Friday when I saw him, soaring through the air. Sixteen years old, we sat at the skatepark, living in the moonlight. It was the place to be, even though none of us had ever touched a board. It was just a spot away from the parents. Our own concrete kingdom. There weren’t many of us in town, that being anyone under eighteen and over twelve, so gathering was necessary. You could always be sure to find people at the skatepark. We would sit at the top of a ramp, so steep that our legs dangled in the air. Usually me, Ronnie, and Matt. It seemed absurd that anyone would do anything more tha...