Make Sure They Know_Through The Little Forest_Cracking a smile_April Isn't Just for Fools
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Make Sure They Know
The cafeteria was a roaring sea of pinks and reds. Heart-shaped boxes exchanged hands all over the bustling room. Candy and chocolates, tiny cards, squeals, and laughter; it was expected, but very nearly unbearable for the many students left empty-handed.Aubrey was one of these students. She and her best friend sat at their usual table, ignoring the pastel gaggle of giggles at the same long table, just feet away, ooh-ing and aw-ing over a tiny convenience store teddy bear someone’s boyfriend had bought them. Aubrey rolled her eyes with her friend as she opened her lunch bag. Her heart sank. Th...
Through The Little Forest
Every day, twice a day, I walked through the little forest.To be fair, it wasn’t actually that much of a forest. There were about five trees, if we’re being generous. It was more of an inner-city green space, a little shortcut between two properties that allowed people to cut quickly through. It shortened my walk to and from school immensely, so I used it every day, twice a day.Every morning, I devoured my breakfast, got dressed, and left home. My father was always long gone by the time I was ready to leave for school, so I blew a kiss to my mother, who was usually up to her elbows in soil as ...
Cracking a smile
This was already a vicious cycle for Irene. She loved doing this to Arawan mostly because she was trying to get his stone face to show some sort of emotion. There was something mischievous about her doing this, and Nisus would always tell her that she was mean. Yes, maybe she was. Maybe she wanted to get a reaction out of him and maybe his stone face will crack. He was one of the few stone giants in their village and Irene loved toying around with him.Arawan was tall and slow, not talking a lot, keeping it all to himself and somehow that really bothered Irene. He was so big and he was easier ...
April Isn't Just for Fools
In my dream my alarm blares, over and over until my eyes spring open, my fingers lazily search for the snooze button, poking and batting until finally peace and quiet. It’s 7:30 a.m. and it's April 1st, or should I say April Fools’ Day. I groan, rolling over and hiding beneath my blankets. The thought of the day ahead squeezes my stomach into knots. I contemplate faking a sickness, but that's almost impossible to pull off when your mom is a nurse. ‘My throat hurts - But it's not red. I think I have a fever - But you're not warm…’ It never works. I strain www.onedoor.ccmy ears for sounds of life, I can hear ...