After the Party’s Over_A New Chapter_Things Left Unsaid_Just Ask
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After the Party’s Over
It’s Friday, November 13, 2020, and Antônia Silveira Cruz has just gotten home from school. She’s in her second year in Agriculture and Forestry at the Federal University of Rio de Janeiro. She wants to help save the Rain Forest. There’s not a mean bone in her body.Antônia’s phone rings, it’s Vivien, her BFF.“Hi Vivi, how’s things? Any good luck for Friday the 13th?”“Hi Tôni sweetie, everywww.onedoor.ccthing’s chill. I’m so excited! There’s a big party tomorrow night on Sugarloaf! It’s been so long! I’m so tired of being cooped up, it’s about time! It’ll be fire!”“Lowkey I’m a bit shaky about going to a big...
A New Chapter
Emma pulled on freshly cleaned pants, checked her hair in the mirror again, popped out her earrings and tried on the blue ones. Curse these people I call friends, she thought, why are they so determined I meet new people. Picking up her book, the smooth worn surface under her fingers, she tucked it away in her purse and stopped, ears tuned for noise. Detecting only some music a few rooms over, she poked her head out into the kitchen. Looking around she saw no one else and smiled. Swiftly tiptoeing along, she quietly approached the front door. As she progressed down the hall, thumping bea...
Things Left Unsaid
Oliver sat on the bed staring at the closet. It was a daunting task, going through someone else’s belongings. To look at what remained and decide what did and did not have value. It felt wrong to throw away any of it. Benjamin had had so little in the end that every bit of it must have been precious to him.You acquire a lot of things over your life, as you and your space grow, but then there comes a point in your life where something shifts and the spaces stop getting larger. The opposite happens, you go from a big house, to a smaller one, to a townhouse, to an apartment, and eventually y...
Just Ask
Wednesday, April 21stBellaI can tell she needs my help.Brina is jumping up and down, trying to get down the toaster that we barely use and that our parents keep on the top shelf in the cupboard.She is a year older, but I am five inches taller, and I know she hates it. Hates that she is more likely to be asked for her ID buying alcohol in the store than I, the baby sister, am. Hates that I take after Mum, a candidate for a model due to her impressive 5’10” height and she takes after Dad, who is not the tallest man around. Hates that we’re both often asked which one of us is the older one, and...