Aly A Short Story

She pushes it, the doors horizontally close and as the elevator rides up, she frantically pushes the button.

She looks at him with a grin on her face. Pablo walks toward the curb of the sidewalk and sits down upset and disappointed in Justyna because he will not let him ride her bike. He says to himself, ‘If Justyna does not let me borrow her bike I am not going to win the bet and the day is almost over”.

Taking a chance he opens the door, peaking out to plan the quickest route to the door. There’s no one about, meaning his mother had hopefully fled the scene. Quickly he does the same, slipping through the small gap he’s created and rushing across the small flat towards the door, opening it and closing it quietly behind him.

“Howdy!” Amber greeted Claire as she pushed open the door. “Oops!” The door had hit Claire, knocking her down a set of concrete stairs.

For expert cyclists it should take less than thirty minutes to zigzag through the streets to reach there. No way will that happen for us unless we pedal too fast, and with reckless abandon. I follow Doris’ lead and keep pace with a steady velocity and with caution.

Going to Kennywood was always fun for me. But, this memory of a time we went, still has me in shock. It surprises me that I remember that day so vividly. It was a perfect, sunny day, and everyone was having fun. But this sunny day at Kennywood was about to turn into a terrifying memory I would never forget.

Inside the car, she’s sat across the backseats on her knees, behind her Asteria notices how spacious it is and she presumes it’s used for storage. Sitting up on her knees, she surveys the back of the car. There’s a large grey cover over the section, she grabs it with both her hands, and it’s an awkward size yet she manages to turn around with it in her grip. Her eyes scan the car for somewhere to place it and she decides on positioning it across the front seats. Due to the angle of the car she knows she won’t go into that section anyway.

Audra tried the door, but it was bolted, so she banged on it with a closed fist.

You have no need of my name,” he told her as he pivoted on his heel and walked out.

she’s determined to be good at riding her bike she gets back up and tries again. I

Cora’s pace slowed as she approached the rugged door. As she reached to slide the key card into the reader, she heard a slow creaked as the door glided open without a single touch. Hesitantly, Cora nudged the door open just enough to slip through with her small

Keep on pedaling! Keep on pedaling!” I whispered those words with a share of motivation. Three words made a great difference in my mind. As a sturdy rock climbed over on my way, thoughts flew across my head like a speeding jet. Was I going to fall if I suddenly stopped? What is dad going to think? Most importantly, what was mom going to do? I didn't know what to do. Maybe if I darted through, I would simply ski across the hump. I had no other hope. I was going to do it. As the bulge came closer and closer to me in distance, the bike knocked out. On the ground laid a flat-on purple bike that had tires spinning gradually slower through the time. Tears tried breaking through my eyes, but were barricaded from this strong girl’s mind. Looking down, trying not to get the worst out of it, I indicated a bloody bruise on my knee. Mom swiftly hurried to me, searching for bandages to cover the minor, yet sore contusion. Even with that painful mark, dad’s eyes glared at me with wisdom. After mom went inside to relieve the stress of my bruise and housework, dad took care of me for the rest of that

Borders limit the way we interact and feel about the world around us. Borders are a kind of protection where when it’s crossed a person may feel violated or uncomfortable. When you first meet someone are your walls put up and surrounded by electric fences and barbed wire or are the gates wide open? In my childhood, I let everyone in my life without question. In about eighth grade my insecurities made me put a cage around my thoughts and my relationships with others. I created a border in my life that could not be crossed by anyone. I hid myself and ended many friendships. I didn't let anyone in unless they had a master key into my life.

Booker arrived at the chapel early Monday morning, keen to get his debriefing with Tom over with as quickly as possible. He was professional enough to know he needed to put his disappointment to one side and concentrate on their assignment, but the sting of Tom’s rejection still lingered. He thought they’d made a connection, and he’d looked forward to building a solid friendship with the shy officer. But despite a promising start, he realized he now had no choice but to accept what Penhall had told him. Tom was weird, and his mercurial temperament made it impossible to break down the barriers that kept him at arm’s length. Whether Will was responsible for his brother’s character traits or not was still open for debate, but as far as Booker

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