Calabasas: A Short Story

It was an average day. I turned in my theme. I went about the day normally. It was all going to be fine, I thought.

The sun was out and beating down on us already, it seemed as we had been out there for hours but really only minutes. Yet somehow I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else on this day except the baseball field. Little did I know what would happen that day. It was a Friday too, but for this game I felt good and knew something good would happen or bad. Either way i was prepared for the game. This was a game that would determine if I would start the last home game, so I had to do better.

This birthday had been wonderful. My friend Emily and I hiked up to a place called Griffith Observatory. I had heard that the view was amazing and you could see all of LA. I walked to a artsy concrete staircase where you could see the lively and bustling city in the background. From our point of view, the skyscraper buildings looked tiny and ant sized. The golden crisp sun had slightly set behind us and caused the sky to shift deep colors throughout the city. When the cotton candy like clouds drifted across the electric baby blue sky, I felt an overwhelming rush of pure happiness. The condensed and shrubby bushes in front of us were a shamrock green color, and looked as if they were full of life. I knew

It was an ordinary day in new york, People going to work, birds chirping to indicate that fall had just sprung. A normal tuesday, the sun rising, another ordinary school day at central queens junior high, but not for Robert. Robert had snuck out of school, and he had found out that a couple of his friends were sick. He invited them over and one of his best friends, Alex came over. Robert and Alex played down at the park where they had met up with one of Alex’s friends, Jacob. They hung out until it was time to go back over to Robert 's house, when his new acquaintance Jacob said,

I walked in from school and I saw my mom and dad sitting at the table looking disappointed they told me the news about how we needed to move somewhere I didn't want to go.Why do we even need to go mom,please don't take this away from me please I Said.Mom said “No its for your grandmothers sake”.The short and athletic girl named Lindsay,she liked to play basketball,and she loved her friends at her old school in Calabasas.But one day her mom sat her down and said we are moving.To1`

Today was my sixteenth birthday, but no one seemed to notice. I spent all day slouching around school, in every class, and at home. I thought today would be different since

I wanted to thank him for being there, but my heart was damaged, with no space for gratitude. My lips were slightly cracked, my fingers were worn down from the constantly holding onto his apparel. Abruptly I lifted my face to his, speaking to him the only way I knew how. My lips intermingled with his, he didn't move, even I was unwelcome there. Impossible stillness. For a moment there was a suspended second of nothingness before colliding again. I didn't care if he didn't want me the I wanted him, I needed to feel the sensations I had felt with him before. I only cared about myself, how everything would affect me, but I let myself fall back on his lips. He was uncertain as I guided his fingers to the lining of my face. His stubble scratched at my skin gently, unraveling my itch for him. His faithless lips responded to mine. He staggers foward, pulling me closer, placing me on his lap. My mouth opened in slight shock, but it is greeted with his lips again. I safely lean my back against the steering wheel, cautious not to sound the alarm. He kissed me until the space between his lips drew out the blue in my blood. With a slight tug, I easily came tumbling down onto him, warm sugar huddled at his fingertips. My precious bag had fell to the floor, but I didn't care enough to notice. His body was pressed against me, firmer than I had imagined, which frightened and excited me. One of his hands stroked my upper thigh, my body

We walked in a comfortable silence before I made us stop outside the school library, I need to know what he remembers and how he feels about me. “Um, Camilla, I'm pretty sure is this the library, not the science lab.” “Uh. It's camEEla. And I know, I just.” I took a deep breath before I continued. “Do you remember anything about us, or how you were in school before the accident?” “Um. N-no. Not really. Why?” “Well. Um. I'm gonna tell you everything, but can you do me a favor and try not to ask any questions until after I finish telling you everything?” “Yeah of course.” “Um. Okay. Well, for starters, I'm your girlfriend, and you used to be a really bad person. We both were, but you were worst than me. You would lock people in their locker, shove people for no reason when they walked past you, and one time you got suspended for going into the girl’s locker room and taking all their clothes and putting it in the cafeteria. And before you were attacked I was gonna break up with you because you were a real jerk and the feelings that I had for you aren’t there anymore, and now I don’t know what to do because I know that you’re not the same person you were before and I think I have feelings for someone else bu-” “Camila. slow down, I think we should break up too, at least for now. Until I get situated with actually being conscious. I mean, you’re beautiful and

When he opened the door excitement ran through his blood. The room was huge! He could easily fit everything he ever wanted. Their was a window in his room where he could see the beaches with surfers surfing the waves. When everything was all set up Jim rushed into his room and jumped into his queen size bed. Jim grabbed the remote and turned on his TV and his PS3 and settled into his comfy bed. One thing rolled in and out of his brain though. Tomorrow was his first day at San Ysidro High School and Jim wasn’t sure what to expect. Jim alarm rang at 7 o’clock and Jim excitedly jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. “Read for your first day of school kids?”, said said Jim’s mom. “Yes Mom”, said Jim, and Jessica in unison. “Well you better hurry up if you don’t want to be late for the first day of school!”, said Jim’s and Jessica’s mom. “Now kids if you make your beds, do some laundry, and do some laundry every once awhile. I will pay you guys five dollars each.” , said said their mother. “Sweet” , said Jim and Jessica. “That starts today!” , said Amanda. After Jim had gotten ready he ran down his driveway to catch the bus. When the bus arrived Jim held his breath as he walked up the steps

Just leaving the library at Fountain Lake High school, the shy new kid Sam is walking down the long busy hallway to his locker amidst the crowd of loud kids. As Sam is going to his locker he is worried that he will be noticed today because he wore brighter clothes than usual. Suddenly he is dragged from his thoughts when someone trips him, and he stumbles into another student before falling face first on the hard white tiled floor. His black-framed glasses fall off, and all of his books and papers scatter across the hallway floor. Sam looks around to find his glasses, but everything is blurry. Unexpectedly, a boy he has never seen before finds his glasses and hands them to Sam. As Sam puts his glasses back on he gets a clear look at

Ring, went the bell signaling that fourth period was over. "Yay! We Mr. Bond's class next," I excitedly told my best friend Danniele as we walked out of art. "Ugh, I wish Mrs. Jones taught art at Dean," she said as we walked to class. After the short walk to class, I took my seat next to Danniele and got out my homework. As the bell rang for family time to begin, a guy walks in with a schedule in his hands, Based on that and the whispers around me, I figure out that he's the new kid. The more I looked at him, the more familiar he seemed. That's when it hit me he looked like a kid I knew named Jaymez back in first grade but I wasn't sure. I made a mental note to ask him about it later. Quickly I shook the idea from my head and paid attention to what Mr. Bond was saying.

At first glance, Dr. Brenda DoHarris’ Calabash Parkway appears to be a novel about a Guyanese woman meeting an old friend from her native land, in New York, after several years. Upon further reading, the novel has resilient records of feminism in the protagonists Agatha, Evadne, and Gwennie. The three are emasculated by poverty, neglect, and abuse. Living in a masculinized country the three women refuse to succumb to their struggles of life. These powerless characteristics of the three young women are overcome after immigrating to New York and Canada.

Liz went to school just like any other day, but there was something different about today. She saw glimpsed outside during lunch, but she decided to ignore it. When she was walking home she saw it again, just a flash, but she knew there was someone or something watching her. Later she was talking to Robin about it, and he sounded worried but she didn’t know why. She heard something in the kitchen, so she went down to check

It was November 14. As usual, the cafeteria was filled with clamor. My friends and I found an empty table by the door and made ourselves at home. Gazing around the cafeteria, I spotted nothing out of the ordinary. Well, there was one thing. A little boy was sitting with his back to the table he was sitting at. His dark, brown eyes glistened mischievously. A small bag of unopened Cheez-its were clutched between his fingers. I stopped for a moment, wondering what he was up to. Deciding to let it go, I resumed my survey of the cafeteria, but my curiosity forced me to turn back. The boy was crushing the bag in his hand, causing a crunching

The street was eerily quiet as I crossed. So was Mike. Staring at me unwaveringly, he said nothing as I approached. The crow's feet framing his eyes, the ridges in his forehead, and the crinkles in his cheeks still stand out in my mind. How many nights had he lain on that bench, covering his face as the wind whipped against it? Now he hugged his body tightly. He was wearing an old pair of tan khakis, a shirt that I couldn't see clearly, and a light multi-colored jacket, its sleeves ending above his pale wrists, that was just slightly too small and clung to his body. As I gave him the money in my wallet, he took it--slowly--and stared at it for a second in disbelief. Although the street in front of the library is usually an amalgam of car horns, headlights, whining engines throughout the night, nothing--not