Return to the Orchard_Are you still here, Olivia?_New School, Same Principle_Dad, I'm leaving
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Return to the Orchard
Apple picking? What am I, seven? This latest in the series of my father’s attempts to buy my forgiveness falls so short of the mark it’s behind the starting point.“Beautiful weather for this, eh sweetheart?” He receives my glare with a chuckle so awkward the scarecrow grimaces, but he’s right. It’s one of those perfect autumn days, just cold enough to need a sweater but not so cold that you’re miserable if you forget one. I forgot one, but I’m sixteen and therefore as immune to www.onedoor.ccthe cold as I am to my father’s bribery. My father has his plaid sleeves rolled up. His pre-distressed jeans complet...
Are you still here, Olivia?
I met her in the dilapidated house two kilometers away from our house. I usually passed by here every afternoon while riding my bicycle. It was ten past five in the afternoon. I felt the cold wind, my hair stood on end. Anyway, I was used to it and I didn't bother about that. I stared at the house for a long time. I was suddenly flabbergasted when my phone rang. "Kate! where are you? hurry, go home now!" I broke out into a cold seat. I immediately leaved the place. I arrived home, but no one was there. "Mom! Mom! Mom! " I went to my mom's room, she was not there. Until I found a note. "Kate, y...
New School, Same Principle
What is going to be different? Boarding school, a place for the elite as a lot of people say. What does that even mean? Am I going to be an elite loner now in this new place? Am I in the upper echelon now of loser and geeks? Well, it doesn’t matter. You change schools, meet new people, new teachers, and all that jazz. But is it any different in the grand scheme of things? No. I am going to be just another face in a school that has stricter rules, more work, and have to join a stupid club. I would like to say I hate it here but…no I hate it here.I sigh heavily as I walk through the door t...
Dad, I'm leaving
The first time dad took me apple-picking I was seven. Him and mom were not together anymore and he was struggling to find something to do with me on the days we were together. After all we had never spent that much time bonding, him never really being around. What can you do to entertain your young daughter that doesn’t require money and communication? “Do you want to go apple-picking?”I just stared at him. I was shy. He was my dad, but I didn’t really know how to interact with him. I was just seven. He was my dad, but he didn’t really know how to interact with me.He stared back, visibly uncom...