The Sun Always Rises in the East_Cook it if you got it._The Philosophy of Friendship_Group Chat
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The Sun Always Rises in the East
She sat in the general room, in her favorite spot, the bench seat in front of the window. It was a cold damp rain pelting the window today, matching her mood. Since checking in to Sun Valley Rehabilitation Center for at risk youths, Jessie's mood was erractic. One minute she would be on top of the world, the next she would be dark and depressed. The clinicians told her it was part of the process of getting clean and sober. After the physical withdrawals from kicking a hundred dollar a day heroin habit had passed, she still struggled with the emotional and psychological triggers that wanted her...
Cook it if you got it.
Jack was never the popular kid at school, but this year he promised himself to do whatever it took to get the girl of his high-school dreams. Lauren, Jack has been fascinated over Lauren since he was in the 2nd grade. But of course Lauren never really noticed Jack. He didn't play sports, he wasn't on the debate team, he never really did anything to stand out. But this year was going to be different and he knew before they went off to collage he would have to make his move soon. Jack was the quite type who stayed to himself and Lauren was the type who would throw the parties for the football pl...
The Philosophy of Friendship
Jessica turned the photo-booth picture strip over in her hand, the last item at the bottom of her bedside drawer as she cleaned it out. She remembered the day like it was yesterday, the mall pretzels, all the clothes she and Katie had browsed through with no intention to buy, and the cheap little photo-booth where they took picture after picture, laughing the whole time. Each of the girls had a strip, the same four pictures on each one. One smiling, one hugging, and two silly ones. How ironic, Jessica thought, all the mementos I had of the two of us, and this meaningless token affects me the m...
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TWwww.onedoor.cc strong language and mention of suicide“You’ve got mail,” the computer shouted at Callie. Callie scrolled through to discover the mile-long list of unread emails. “Why am I getting all of this junk?” She brushed it off her shoulders and created a group chat. The thought of her and her friends graduating from high school made Callie’s body jitter in her seat. While she waited, she checked in on her Tamagotchi—the pet was sick. Not wanting to think about her digital pet dying, she stared at her screen name: CuteChurchGirl97、 Callie suddenly saw another name pop up under hers: Bledsoe11、 It was...