Just Deserts_Friday Night Lights_He Wasn't the One_Social Lubricant Gone Wrong
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Just Deserts
The first date, if you even considered it a date, didn’t go exactly as planned. Which was why we decided to try again. However, one glance in the mirror and uncertainty slowly crept back into my mind and twisted my stomach into knots. I worried about everything from the soft waves I added to my hair to the black flats I chose over high heels. Not that it was different from any other day. On a typical day, I worried about things like if I needed to take an umbrella with me or if a hooded jacket sufficed. Hair up or hair down depended strictly on checking the weather app on my phone for the day’...
Friday Night Lights
My breath puffs out in front of me. I jump from foot to foot, trying to gain blood flow back to my frozen limbs. It’s the last game this year, but it’s also the first time in almost ten years that Traip’s football team has made it to the playoffs. Despite being well aware that we will not be taking home a win, we are overjoyed that we get to play once more against our rivals, Old Orchard Beach. The Rangers, lovingly called the Boats, against the Seagulls, not so lovingly called Bird Shit. I stand on the sidelines of this Friday night game cheering on the seniors. I’m dressed in white like ev...
He Wasn't the One
A senior year of high school is supposed to be filled with high expectations and plenty of opportunities for making memories. You are at the top of your game, the upperclassmen, the leaders of the pack, kings and queens of the school even if you weren't one of the popular kids. You got respect just for being a senior! It was great and a little scary. You wanted to be on the homecoming court and have a date for the prom. You didn't want to be the one that the yearbook called "most likely to be alone" or "nerdiest". Classmates can be cruel, and you wanted your senior year to be everythin...
Social Lubricant Gone Wrong
Social Lubricant Gone Wrong“Victoria, you’ve GOT to come to the party! Norm’s retiring!”“I’ll try,” I hedged, hating the prospect of mingling with co-workers.It was the last day of school. Depleted, burned-out, I wanted to retreat for the summer holidays and start my vacation by drinking the large bottle of wine that one of the parents had given me. I routinely wallowed in the melodrama of loneliness like a soap-opera star. Weekends were solitary, dreary, wine-hazed pity-parties-for-one, as I sprawled on my sofa to watch TV shows about serial killers. That’s the way I liked it.But guilt got th...