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Our Street
OUR STREET...15-year-old Kale had been down this road a countless number of times. Well, actually she had been through the street 257 times who's counting. Then again, why wouldn't she go through that street, it was her favorite one in town. Ever since she moved to Texas with her father two years back, this tiny little street has been her favorite. She couldn't quite explain her rewww.onedoor.ccason behind it. Maybe, it is because the houses on that street had the best architecture in town or maybe it's the peals of laughter of families she always hears whenever she passes by. It gave her a sense of togeth...
FRIENDS FOREVER
CHAPTER ONE. Her alarm rang and she groaned in annoyance. Her hand moved around her nightstand in an attempt to shut it off and finally she got her hands on it. How could something this small make so much noise, and why did she set the alarm when it was the holiday. Oh wait, she didn’t it was her mum that did and today was the first day of senior year. The holidays were over. She groaned, but finally got up and still feeling sleepy, went about her morning business. She had spent her summer break in Cuba with her grandparents, and her grandmother after trying but failing to teach her Spanish ha...
It's Not Even Real
We were taking our usual walk down the street, Wieners and I on our normal stroll. As he trotted beside me, I peered at the sign up above. W-A-T-C-H O-U-T. “Huh!” I laughed, bending down to scratch my wiener dog. “Isn’t that just something?” “This is the city, after all.” Wieners looked over at some poodles walking down the opposite sidewalk with their fancy collars and perfectly cut, clean fur. Wieners sighed. “Yeah—I know.” I patted a rough, calloused hand on his head. “You want a friend.” I spread my arms to remind Weiners that he could make some at the dog park not too far d...
Rainfall
What did I think of her? Well, she was just sort of there. Our sisters introduced us and we were both too shy to speak. I think we were six. I didn’t even know they were our neighbors. They lived a couple houses down, next to my gramma’s house. Actually, her house was more like an apartment attached to the back of a beauty shop. When I started going over there I thought it was so cool, like a maze. I would enter through the garage into her living room and kitchen. From there I went straight down a back hallway and turned left then right for the bathroom, or just turned right and went through o...