Chapter 5 Short Story

She had the boys clasp the hand of the boy next to him on either side. This prevented any of them from covering themselves. She arranged the girls in a line and led the group, slowly walking down the row of naked boys. Each girl started looking first at a butt, then a penis, and then another butt. At each boy, she stopped for nearly ten full seconds. The bleachers, which the boys stood on, elevated them such that their specific areas of interest were positioned nearly at eye level for the girls. As the girls followed slowly behind, they kept pace with their coach, eagerly checking out the boy in front of them, and grinning widely at the girls beside them.

“I don’t know if I was happy that day – those tense and edgy feelings were getting stronger and stronger – but I do know I’ve never been happy since.”

Our keys take pleasure in putting humans in embarrassing situations. They derive a certain degree of joy from it. They enjoy seeing us walk out of a room with just a towel wrapped around us and not being in our hands but, instead, lying between the warm covers. There, they wait for the sound of the slammed door and our frightful shriek.

Keys, having virtually no reason for emotional attachment, are mentioned in line 5 with a tone of acceptance that, “Yes, it is okay to lose keys.” Although vital to the penetration of a lock, keys are such a generic object that they can be easily replaced and, aside from the inability to open that door, will not be missed for long. Lines 2 and 3 state that “so many things seem filled with the intent

“I still don’t understand what I said wrong. I’m not trying to be a jerk about this; I truly don’t understand what lit your fuse like that.” James said.

"Well this was your last strike Jeremiah, I 'm afraid you are going to have to go to juvy." said the cop.

“Why did you have to steal the serum, look where it has gotten you.” he said

He looks at me with sincere eyes and says, “I’m sorry, I got stuck at work, and they don’t hae a projector phone there yet. I really would’ve called you sooner, Cobie, I really would have if I had had a choice, you have to believe me, son.”

Joan handed him a small hand mirror. “It’s better, and you’ll be able to breathe through it, but I’m sorry to say it’ll never sit perfectly straight again. But how many men can brag they’ve been punched in the face by a king and lived to talk about it?”

Jean immediately stood up and pointed his finger in the Keyblade wielder’s direction, angrily. "Hey, what kind of crap are you trying to pull here?" An unamused frown plastered on the latter’s face at his outburst. "Do you seriously think we are going to buy into everything that came out from your mouth?" Ash stared at the hothead with narrowed eyes.

“I was surprised by myself to be completely truthful.” Tom replied still chuckling since what he had made our car into was hardly believable.

"Samantha really can't find out. She'll be so smug that I messed up on the second week." I groaned, hugging my knees, "I have my keys though, so at least she can't give me that "this is why you don't keep your keys in your ignition" speech."

Sugar sat up as Wyatt leaned back in his chair and stretched. He turned his attention to a monitor that was anchored to the wall above the communications set up, on which four security camera feeds ran simultaneously, each taking up a quarter of the screen. There were wide-angle day/night security cameras trained on the exit points for each of the emergency tunnels, one aimed at the surface door at the top of the mudroom stairwell, and one that was positioned approximately halfway up the driveway that provided a view of the front yard, which Wyatt felt would be the most likely point of approach for any unwelcome visitors. That monitor and the cameras, along with the ham radio, were wired into both the main generator and a separate,

Troy frowned. “I’m afraid not. The box is completely empty except for the written account. Even the revolver’s

“This is bad,” Stylani said, looking back at the pad in her hand, her fingers pressing in the keys that would sign her death warrant.