Trapton School for the Unlearned_Bobo's Bistro_He must know._What's in a Nickname?
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Trapton School for the Unlearned
Cindy Saysmore is my single, solitary friend here at Trapton School for the Unlearned. It’s ok though. Cindy's extra, so she’s enough. My www.onedoor.ccparents switched me to Trapton this year, and it’s been a whole thing. My name is Sofia Sitzalone, and I’m in the fifth grade. I feel like I live with a brown paper bag over my head. I like Cindy. She says all of the things that I wish I could. We think just alike, but she is fearless. Miss Gruntles calls her ‘brazen’ and ‘Little Miss Saysmore’, but I vehemently disagree, in silent protest, of course.“Sofia, get your head out of that childish diary and back ...
Bobo's Bistro
My Aunt Barbara (aka Bobo) always wanted to have her own small cafe where she imagined would be crowded every day with locals enjoying their day with good food and friends. For years she hosted Sunday dinner and everyone always said the food was so good she needed her own restaurant. She beamed at those words, and literally took them to heart.The thing you should know about our family was this. They were liars, all of them. They wouldn't agree with that statement because they didn't consider it lying. They told themselves that they were making the family member feel good about themselves....
He must know.
Andrew was walking back home. He carried a bag of groceries in his left arm leaving his right free to tap nervously on his leg. It had been hard to go back home the past few days, and not for the reasons anyone would think.He entered his apartment ogled by doorman's sympathizing eyes. What was he to do instead of putting his own down and keep walking. Thankfully the elevator was there so he didn't have to stand that pity shower for long. As he went up he remembered how simple thing were a week ago. He and Joshua would spend their days chatting about work, videogames, that hot neighbor who sme...
What's in a Nickname?
A decade. Ten whole years. People have known each other for less time and gotten together. What was I waiting for?The buzzer for baggage claim sounded and I came back to the present. I was struggling to get my mind right. One of my best friends was coming to pick me up from the airport soon. My friend of ten years. My guy friend of ten years. Throughout my entire trip, we texted and called every day.“I should have come with you,” he told me one night after I made it back to my Airbnb.“No way,” I laughed. The guy was a straight-A student on the Dean’s list every semester. Med school was no jok...