Beverly Clair_Pink Flamingos_All For It_Cresthill Spring Festival
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Beverly Clair
When I turned sixteen, I had recently gotten a waiter job at Ruby Rose's Diner. The diner was a small building with a vintage look. It had a flashing sign that said EAT in illuminated reddish letters. If I had the choice, I would never had wanted to work there, but my parents strictly enforced that I stay busy over the summer. I had many great qualities; muscular build, wide smile, brown skin, most of the girls in my school had crushes on me, but my biggest flaw was my laziness. My next door neighbor, Mr. Macintosh owned Ruby Rose's he offered a www.onedoor.ccjob as soon as I asked for it. Mac, as my five...
Pink Flamingos
“This is crazy. This is insane. Why now? It's summer for God's sake and those Robinsons won't even have a pink flamingo on their lawn.” huffed the old man to himself. He stomped up his perfect little concrete walkway. It was a hot summer day and according to Mr. Falcia, it was the most perfect day of summer. It would be a nice 80 degrees Fahrenheit, just a few clouds in the sky, the birds and bees would be out, there would be no chance of rain, and, as he had thought previously, no chance of some unexplained disaster.He scaled the white steps onto his porch and carefully went straight through...
All For It
You are going to think I’m crazy, but I’m thinking to myself. In other words, if you were to read my mind, it’d go like this: My name is Knick-Knack. I live for Japan’s fresh, new scent of cherry blossoms and walks around Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden—ever since my missionary parents announced we were moving to Tokyo. But I can’t stand its lights, people, traffic and honking cars. It’s just so much. So much like my parents. Who pressure me to succeed. That’s why I glare at others when I walk down the crazy-busy streets to my restaurant job at the Nina Shinjuku Ajito. I hold my...
Cresthill Spring Festival
“I never thought I’d be grateful to see a patch of dirt,” Keela mumbled, tossing the picnic blanket to Sophie. People around them shot dirty looks, particularly the ones that had been going for their spot. Sophie laughed. “Why not?”“Because it’s dirt,” Keela said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She plopped onto the baby blue blanket Sophie had rolled out.“Maybe you’d be happy to see the organisms living in the dirt-I bet they’re hurt right now,” Sophie commented. Keela shrugged. “I’m pretty sure they’re hurt because I’m sitting on them.”“Fine. You win,” Sophie admitted, supp...