Sober Music Buddies_I'm Right_The Graduation of Eddie Calibresi_"Do You Want My Pants?"
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Sober Music Buddies
Elia sat quietly at the end of the bar; ginger ale filling the glass in front of her. The same thing that had been in her glass the last two hours she sat there. Though that gorgeous bartender was more than happy to serve her something a little stronger. Maybe a drink and a quick lay was what she really needed to cope with life right now. Okay, her therapist probably wouldn’t agree with her, but would one time really be that bad? She wondered if he would change his tune if he knew. Who in the hell sits at a bar to try and hold onto their sobriety while the world around them falls apart? She c...
I'm Right
“So girls why are you here today?” Of course, I knew why they were here. Two cheerleaders fighting over the high school quarterback. That's never happened before. As a high school counselor I haven't heard it all but I have heard a lot.“Danielle stole my boyfriend.” Stephanie was sure that punching Danielle would persuade her to give Ian back. So that’s what she did. I was certain that if anyone needed punching it was probably Ian. But only a thought on my part. (The drama with Ian comes later in the story, so let’s get back on track.) “I didn't have to steal him he was already mine.” Unless...
The Graduation of Eddie Calibresi
Passing from sixth grade to seventh grade, from elementary school to junior high school, was a monumental event of the highest order for Eddie Calibresi and me. Gone were our wanton days of team-frogging fourth grade boys like Brady O'Neil, and stealing kisses in the darkened recesses of a coat closet from the exotic looking Debbie Simmons and her best frienwww.onedoor.ccd, Bonnie Rankin. It meant fewer high-speed chases on our bikes or skateboards, flying over the bridge at Bogg's Creek or making kamikaze passes at old lady Young as she swept her sidewalk in the early morning light.The boys were no longer...
"Do You Want My Pants?"
There were two things that Liv hated more than anything else in the world: drunk people and wet socks. It took everything in her not to scream her head off when Carter Matthews stumbled into her and spilled two entire cups full of beer down her pants. “Whoops.” He stepped back and looked down at the floor, where a small puddle lay by her feet. Looking back up at her, he gave her a lopsided smile and laughed. “Sorry about that, Liz.” “It’s Liv.” She corrected him, feeling slightly annoyed that he couldn’t remember her name even though they were in the same intro to anthropology class.Carter ga...