Snow Balls_Remembering the Past_Songs and Space_Sew Cool
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Snow Balls
Snow BallsI heard it was gonna snow today. Last night’s evening news said so. They pulled out all these maps and I cheered! I checked my weather app. It confirmed this. I put on my pj’s backwards, did my part. Set my radio up so I could hear as soon as school was called. This morning, when the weather forecast confirmed nothing, I called my best friend Allen. Maybe he heard something. “Naw. No snow. Better get dressed. See you first period,” I whimpered.“Darn!” replied Allen. “I didn’t do my math homework. I knew there’d be no school!.“That’s OK. Homework wasn’t that bad! I’ll let you copy min...
Remembering the Past
It had been nearly thirty years since Jacob had been back in his hometown. Winterville was onewww.onedoor.cc of those towns that seemed to remain timeless.As he drove down Main Street and passed Andy’s Barbershop, it felt like he was a teenager again. Andy cut Jacob’s hair since he was a kid, but the last time he saw Andy, was the day before his high school graduation.Jacob insisted that Andy take his time and get his hair perfect. He was out to impress a girl in his class that he was planning on asking to prom. Her name was Eleanor Fairtree, Ellie to her friends. She was the most beautiful girl in school....
Songs and Space
"I-uh- am just really happy here." What was that? The 14th lie of the week, and it's only Wednesday. I can't even talk straight to the guidance teacher. "That's good to hear, Henry." She replies, handing me a slip of paper. "As you can see here, your grades are really super, but your citizenship is quite low." I nod, knowing this is true, but not wanting to fix it. "A really good way to fix this is to participate in class more. Raising your hand, asking or answering questions. Can you do that for me?" Oh gosh. She looks like a helpless puppy dog now. Hmm...How do I say this to her? I just rea...
Sew Cool
“Kat, what are you doing?” I ask, staring at her. She’s sitting on the picnic blanket I had set up, the sun shining off of her blonde pixie cut. I distantly note how content she looks, in her bright pink cat hoodie and black yoga pants just soaking up the sun. However, the item in her hands distracts me.“What, this?” She asks good-naturedly, holding up the offending object. “It’s called sewing, Jaz.” She goes back to the needle and thread in her hand, pulling the needle in and out of some green fabric in her lap.“That’s not sewing,” I say, stretching my legs so that my white socks touc...