The Stranger in Room 24_RIGHT CHOICES, RIGHT FRIENDSHIPS_Fear in the Windy City_No Pulp
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The Stranger in Room 24
It was Claire's first day of vacation. She was going to the Bahamas, her lifelong dream. She had always dreamed of going there since she saw the pictures of the place. Claire was a normal women who lived in New York. She had been saving up money for this vacation since she got a job. She was going to take a plane, and fly all the way from New York to the Bahamas. 2 weeks of relaxation. She was riding on the plane. Typical right? When suddenly the plane when dark. The flight attendants told everyone to stay calm, but the passengers were worrying too much to care. When the lights finally came ba...
RIGHT CHOICES, RIGHT FRIENDSHIPS
“Hey Maxie, come on. It’s getting late,” Mrs. Markle said. “Mom, I don’t want to be on time. I don’t want to be there at all.” “Now Maxie, we asked you before signing up for the workshop.” “Yeah, but you didn’t tell me that it was residential. Plus people go to the same residential programme year after year. Nobody will let me into their gang, I will be a bigger joke than ever,” wailed Maxie. “Little pixies can be nice, just give them a chance. Besides all pixies have pointed ears.” “Maybe during your time. All the other pixies are going to make fun of me. And my ears are not just pointed, the...
Fear in the Windy City
Jean-Pierre’s heart filled with dread. He hated the mere idea of traveling into Chicago. Marcus lived deep in the Windy City and had invited him for a weekend museum walk around. It was the Achilles's heel that would get through Jean-Pierre’s excuses for a visit. Their time together was all that Jean-Pierre could have hoped for. He appreciated the relaxed comfort that Marcus was able to give him under the rising monoliths that surrounded them. They passed comments to each other about the various exhibits before them within the halls of each museum. Jean-Pierre was lost in the intellectual buf...
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Sitting in a cafe. Not alone of course. Across from my best friend, Jenna. The sun is shining through the window, right next to the stool we are sitting at. Truly, she looks amazing. Her taffy hair is gleaming in the warm sunlight, her eyes twinkle as she spins, and spins and spins her multi-colored straw. Then she takes a sip from her orange juice, with pulp. Suddenly, she looks at me and I quickly avert my eyes. "Hey, Jenna I got to-" I'm cut off short by her sharp red nails puncturing my pale skin. She's grasped them on my chin and got me looking straight into her lily pad green eyes. "Um, ...