The Bloody sun, I hate it_The Gibsons Next Door_Are You Coming Tonight?_Suffrage
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The Bloody sun, I hate it
He head the phone answer machine beeping sound.“Hi Dad, Mark and ,I are going to the lake this weekend. It would be fun to have you join us. We can pick you up at ten thirty. I’m sure the kids will love to see you too. Call me when you get this message. Bye! Love you and we miss you! Talk to you soon” Another beeping sound was heard before a machine voice added.“End of message”He stood there for another minute thinking about how to reply. He was tired and did not want to go anywhere. He saw the trees and grass in the backyard from where he stood. He walked slowly, leaning on his cane and sat o...
The Gibsons Next Door
When the Gibsons moved to their new house, I vividly recall roller skating through the streets as a small youngster. It's a surprise that the sun shined that day or else I'd be staring at the stark gray walls of my bedroom. My mother despised it when I hung up posters of my favorite band. The Gibsons are similar to The Addams Family and the Cullens from Twilight. To put it another way, they don't blend in with the suburban feel. Violet, their teenage daughter, and Ursula, their Rottweiler dog, are their sole children.“Have you heard the news, Agatha?” My mum hastily switched on the hardly used...
Are You Coming Tonight?
ARE YOU COMING TONIGHT?Chasity stared at the phone, debating ‚Shall I answer it? I know it’s Rick. Do I or don’t I?’ The incessant ringing finally moved her to push the answer button. ‚About time Chasity, well answer me: Are you coming tonight? You were supposed to let me know yesterday evening. It’s really about time that you quit this moping about and get back to living. You used to be a fun girl to be with. You can’t tell me you can’t be that girl anymore. Hey girl, I’m still on the line – so are YOU coming with me and Susanna?’‚Oh Rick, I really donwww.onedoor.cc’t want to butt in on your and Susanna’s ...
Suffrage
It was a bad sign when they gathered us sixth-grade girls in one classroom. Something embarrassing must be coming. What grossness of impending womanhood were they going to spring on us this time? We were missing out on a chance to play softball on this beautiful fall day, and the boys got to go outside without us. what a lousy deal. Mrs. Lamm, the Health teacher, wearing her trademark shirtwaist dress, a string of pearls and a whistle on a long chain, paced in the front by Mr. Anderson’s desk. Mrs. Lamm twitched. She was always jumpy around us ever since Shar Phillips, who was rumored to ...