Best ass.
By now the most of the grade had probably seen it. Including you.
As I stand outside, looking at my phone you walk towards me so fast it’s almost a jog. You brush my shoulder with your hand gently getting my attention.
“We need to talk,” you say quietly with an eager face, **looking around as if scared to be seen with me. You walk away fast, **looking down at your feet slapping the ground.
*You don’t tell me where to meet you. But I know where you want to meet.*
I **push* open the door to Monet's, letting a gust of warm air fly by. The smell of coffee beans and sugar fill my nose. I don’t bother looking around. My eyes instinctively go to our old spot, where you are. You stare **at the table without blinking as I walk up the few
"I recall. Sorry I didn't speak to you, I had quite an anxious day." Her eyes traveled down my body. Was she... checking me out? Judging me? I didn't know how to react or what to think, so I suppressed a smirk and shifted my weight to my left leg. I kept asking myself the same question: why was I so smitten with a girl? All my life, I had silly crushes on attractive boys who'd never notice me. I didn't even know Demeri, but I felt like I could know her very well. "I moved here a little late in the year."
Lines of worry appear all over his face. “I should know you,” he whispers back. “I should know who you are. I…My arm was around you when I woke up. I remember you smiling,
Selling fetal tissue is illegal in the state of Michigan. Senators took it a step further, by voting Wednesday to pass a bill that makes it a felony to pay for the distribution or transportation of any part of an embryo. This includes delivering fetal tissues to medical research laboratories.
“Umm ok,” she says with a confused face. My hands are shaking and sweet is slowly dripping down my head. I have never felt so awkward in my life. We walk through town just talking about school and other boring topics until I decide to cut the small talk and stop about 50 metres away from Jack Loniel’s house.
“Great, how about I pick you up at seven tonight or is that too soon?” He asked and liked his lips.
I look around the square, searching for a good place to stop, when I spot the opening of a nearby alley. I shoot a glance back over my shoulder, and nod my head in the alley’s direction.
Fifth Graders at Squadron Line all believe that our desks are hideous. They think this because the latches are broken, there is a giant safety threat, and the sizes are a huge problem. Our desks really are horrible.
“I don’t’ live under a rock. Are you going to have time to stop by?”
Marcus had a bemused look on his face that melted into one of pure incredulity. First she refused to come down, and then , she wandered off without leave? As a naval commander and ship's master, the penalty for any slave who left the person of any officer without leave was to be lashed to the deck for a half day and get 10 strokes of the Cat. And yet, this brazen cocotte with the copper tresses felt free to so disrespect her own Master in his own household?
The deeper we go, the louder it gets, the Black Market alive, even at three o'clock in the afternoon when people should be at work. It is a Monday, after all.
“Are you kidding me? I just broke up with my girlfriend of forever. How do you think I’m doing? Why do you think I wanted to come out tonight? Definitely not to talk about by feelings, that’s for sure! That’s what my therapist is for.” I snap and he holds up his hands in defense.
I lean over, untying my boots as she rustles through the bag. “It better not be another rat. As I’ve said time and time before, the rats on the streets are not pets…” I cut short as a bright green thing is waved in my face. My jaw goes slack as my gray eyes are glued to the thing. “Is that…um, is that a…an…”
“ Mari, your english teacher just emailed me and said your grade is raised to a B!” my mom said excitedly.
He has always hated smudge-prone surfaces like this. The elevator sensor pad is covered with marks and fingerprints. He does not want to think about the people who came before. They don’t matter to him.
The embers in the fire-pit glowed in Asmund's deep, brown eyes. He stared into the flames as a calm aura washed across him; he knew they were coming. Yet the seasoned warrior's heart knew no fear, only honour. Either victory or Valhalla awaited him and both promised glory.