Article Review : ' I Am On The Couch '

The flood of emotions tumbles out. A stream of questions, one after another, is rapidly fired at him - where did he go, why did he leave, and most importantly, why didn’t he say goodbye? All this time she’d spent waiting in the past, suspended in time, unable to receive any semblance of closure or composure. All the pent up emotions rush out of her and guilt flashes in his eyes. "Let’s go inside first,” he says, “I’ll explain what I

Initial takeaways from critics was that The 100 was “disappointingly familiar” (Starr). Clarke and Lexa’s kiss, the first indication that their relationship isn’t platonic, doesn’t come until very late in the second season. When it does come, it’s a very brief moment — Clarke does kiss back, but she also stops kissing about three seconds later, and tells Lexa “I can’t.” The implication is that Clarke means “I can’t right now because my last love interest died about five minutes ago and also I’m responsible for keeping hundreds of people alive even though I’m only 17,” not “I can’t because we’re both girls.” (Rachel) Still though, viewers were hoping for a little more than the few seconds of blissful bi reciprocal feelings seen. Much has been said about this show, and so much of it enthusiastic, that most people would be prepared for a full-on relationship. What viewers actually got ultimately amounts to a demonstration that our protagonist is bi, but the scene doesn’t last long enough to do much more. What’s more, Lexa and Clarke don’t exactly end the season on an amicable note. While viewers are cautiously optimistic about Clarke and Lexa’s reconciliation, the fact remains that if viewers had blinked several times, they could possibly have missed this

They were bent over and digging through the guns we had brought. It looked like they might be making sre everything is loaded. Suddenly the mixture of songs stop and I flick my eyes back to Nick. He’s staring at a girl who is walking up to the bike racks, a bike handle in her hand as it drags behind her. She has brown that fades into a lighter clor as it reaches the tips. She’s skinny and has little curves, but they suit her more than bigger ones would. She looks over and makes eye contact with Nick. She’s gorgeous. Her cheekbones are high and her skin tone is pale, but there wasn’t much sun around this area. The only thing that seems wrong is the look in her eyes. Her brown eyes are dull, like she’s given up on hope, but she’s still going on. They are coated with thick confusion as she seems to question why we’re hear, but the hopelessness is definitley there. It looks like Nick notices it to because his eyes soften ans then they turn into a look of adoration. She turns away with a visible shutter and rushes into the

However, college was approaching fast, and both of them had completely different ideas for the future. Growing up a lot her senior year, Kelsey had big plans for the future. On the other hand, Mark was showing no motivation to pursue any goals. Dragging him alongside her, Kelsey helped him get into the same college. Unfortunately, the first year he dropped out, without consenting her. He just up and disappeared with no note, no text, and leaving no sign he would ever come back. Days passed, soon months, and eventually six years. Trying to move on, Kelsey had been with Luis for a year now. If someone were to ask, she would deny ever loving Mark and complain how it was such an unhealthy relationship compared to the one she’s is now. After working her evening hours as a RN, she went home to relax. “Ring, Ring, Ring,” the number coming across the landline didn’t ring a bell. “Buzz, Buzz, Buzz,” her cellphone vibrated in the pocket of the sky blue scrubs that hung off of her bony, pale body. After three times ignoring it, she became annoyed, “Hello.” “Can you meet me at the park down the street at 9 tomorrow?” the voice was familiar. “Mark?” her heart dropped in her chest. “Yes, please Kelsey,” his voice cracked as heat rushed to Kelsey’s forehead. “Yeah, Bye,” and the phone went to

“C’mon Alyssa!” She grabbed my hand and yanked me out of my frozen state, Practically lifting me off my feet. My heartbeat sped up I could hear nothing but the sound of heavy footsteps behind me, my heartbeat, my deep heavy breaths. The foot steps behind me weren't running but walking, walking after us. We ran up into her yard and opened her door fast and slammed it shut. I watched in shock as her fiddled with lock on the door.

Camila’s stomach knotted up at the excitement of seeing her girlfriend later that afternoon. They were rarely apart longer than a few hours. When hours went to days it all seemed very torturous to the pair. She wasn’t much in the mood in the mood to talk at the moment, still not sure if she was awake or continuing to linger in dreamland. She replied to the older girl lovingly with a kissy cat emoji, before rolling herself up in her large purple comforter and relocating to the couch in her darkened living room on the lower level of her house.

She was full of emotions as it was a bittersweet feeling. Jess had never been inside such a huge house. She stood paralyzed at the door, afraid to knock. Finally she built the confidence to knock. She knocked the door, waited for what seemed like an hour but was really a minute. Lauren’s parents came to the door and

Over the past year, Aaron had sworn to her over and over again that it would be the last time she had to get upset. The last time he went back on his promise. She knew whenever they had gotten together that he was going to be more than possessive and controlling, however, she had never anticipated that it would get to be as bad as it had. Honestly, to anyone else, it probably wouldn’t have been as big of a deal as it was to her. The thing was, he had known. Before they had gotten together that summer, he had known how she was, who she was. He had told her he could accept that, that it wouldn’t be a problem for their relationship. His actions, though, proved that to be a lie as well. No matter what she did, how she tried to reason with him that she needed more than just their relationship in her life, he treated her as if she were a common tramp; which she definitely was not.

“I only agreed to the date to get Mom off my back!” Nadia shouted into her phone, which was laying across on the dresser, bumping up and down as she marched to her closet. The phone vibrated with every step, making the response almost inaudible. It didn’t stop Nadia from trying to carry on the conversation anyway, her head halfway through a dress as she shouted at the phone on the other side of the room. “What do you think, Sophia?”

He ducked his head and glanced at the tunnel ceiling as if he could find inspiration there. At last he cleared his throat and looked her in the eye. “Marisol. I apologize profusely for doubting you. Words cannot express my sincere remorse. I do not know what I was thinking.” Here, he gave her a stern look. “Although, it may have had something to do with how you lied to us for weeks. Or possibly because you stole a most valued possession from the bosom of the family who took you in and made you one of their own.” Ignoring my scowl, he continued. “But most likely, it was simply because of how…you broke my

Lexa was a big help, as always. She patiently helped Clarke break down her studying into sections, taking each one a day at a time, despite Clarke's insistence that Lexa should focus on her own upcoming exams. The weekend couldn't have come soon enough for the both of them, and Clarke was happy to wake up early that Saturday morning.

The car ride home was an awkward one. Neither Lexi nor Noah said a word to each other for a long time. Both of them were trying to collect their thoughts, a task that could only be done in silence.

“You almost done?” Tiara said, with her thick Mexican accent. Jenny sighed. She hadn’t even pushed herself into the shower yet. “No, you can go ahead and uh, shower.” Jenny muttered as she walked out the bathroom. Tiara frowned. She could see her friend was sad, because of the scenery. She knew this was all brand new for her. Tiara placed her hand on her shoulder and smiled. “You’ll get used to it.” Jenny rolled her eyes. “So, you’re saying Its normal to be scared to death every night?” Tiara sighed. “You don’t have to be scared. Just only focus on school and you’ll be fine.” “Yea, whatever Tee…” Jenny muttered then, walked pasted her sounding even more depressed. Tiara looked at her, then sighed. She sometimes wished, she could better this

“Stay here and don’t come out,” Spencer began. “because I have no idea how this is going to go.” None of us dared to say a word. The other driver opened her door. Out stepped young woman of no more than thirty, her face creased from the unattractive frown on her reddened face. She and Spencer began to converse. After a while of sweating within the confines of the van, I opened the doors to let some air in. Finally, some conversation broke out between

A rush of adrenaline had made me conscious momentarily, vision still blurred and faded, it was a snapshot of Annika making out with this random stranger. Time stood still. My heart broke into two uneven pieces, shattering into a million pieces. He grabs her hand and they begin to walk out the door. I ran out the door but Kally stopped me halfway. “Pull yourself together. You should try your luck with Megan.” All I could think of was how she had turned her eyes from mine and looked at him instead. Now they’re going to bed. He’s taking off his shirt and she does the same. She’s Touching his chest. The rest of the night is a