Chapter Notes : ' So Tell Me About Yourself '

“Not bad,” replied Gabby, who had thrown her bag up on the counter and was trying to fish out a lighter, “just got off!” Both of her stockings had a run in them and flicks of discarded food stuck to the sides of her tennis shoes. Her dress was black and sparkling. Vernon could tell she worked at another diner the moment she got out of the cab. The waitress flipped over an empty cup and poured out what was leftover of the coffee. Gabby had lite her cigarette, inhaled a drag, took a sip, and exhaled out a thick cloud of smoke in one single breath. “Ended up pulling a double?” The swirls in the smoke seemed to actuate Gaby's words. “Don’t remind me!” replied the waitress, who had removed one of her flats and was rubbing her heel, “I’ve been on and off my feet since 9:30 this morning.” Gabby looked towards the front of the diner at the back of Vernon’s head and then back at the waitress. “Rough night?” “Nope,” replied the waitress, “he’s been coming in here late for the last month or so, keeps to himself.” They both could see that Vernon was moving his hands while he was talking to himself. “We still on for tonight,” asked Gabby. “Maybe,” said the waitress, “as long we can get a table.” The band aids on the back of her heels needed to be replaced with new ones. Gabby

The thump of Lila landing on the floor had startled Tom momentarily and slightly brought him back to his sense. However, not fully. The character he'd inhabited on the journey home was still in control, but the noise and the look in the woman's eyes, caused her name, and her relationship to flash into his mind, and also why he'd thrown her to the floor as he had. Because she wanted it, it was her fantasy, and he was here to provide it to her. In as realistic fashion as possible.

Tension still wracked the murderer's body, and his nerves remained on edge, however, both had started to dissipate some on his entry to the mall. Headed directly to Hannah, his senses were tuned for danger, but he apart from a couple of curious gazes, no-one paid Todd undue attention, and everything had become louder, clearer, every word and snippet of conversation, every flash of movement was notied and stored away, the exits scanned and the most direct route out of Tatiana's found. It was almost like he was on a hunt, hypersenstivie to even the smallest movement or sound, and rather than his pulse quicken when he tossed the newspaper down on the table in front of her, it slowed down. Time slowed down, and the words that slipped from his

He scoffed. “Do you think? I mean, you spilled champagne all over his sister, which I applaud you for, and humiliated her in front of Briarwood’s high society. But it’s not like she was going to fit in anytime soon anyway. It’s a shame though. I’ve never fucked a redhead before. It’d be an honor to see what the great state of Staten Island has to offer besides ferry rides underneath those jeans.”

Arnold shook his head, and Connie found herself in the jalopy’s passenger seat. She turned around and her house was fading into a little speck. All she could remember was that her parents were supposed to be home in a few hours, and just a few minutes ago, just a mile or two back home, just a tick and a tock away, she could feel her chest heaving and her stomach twisting right behind a screen door with her eyes staring right into Arnold Friend’s face. Now, Arnold was sitting right next to her, humming Connie’s favorite

Everyone has a story of how great an astonishing their life has come to be like getting a chance to travel the world, getting awards being popular, or even helping out in the community. Well, to be honest, that's not me and this is my story. My name Rebecca Alexandra Gomez I arrived into this world on October 7, 1998 around 11:25 AM at the Humber River regional hospital in Toronto. I lived in Toronto for about three years of my life than from there I moved to Brampton. I was raised by my beautiful parents Lorena Gomez and Guillermo Gomez I have two older siblings Tatiana Gomez Who is currently 24 years old and my brother Christopher Gomez who is 22 years old growing up I can say that my childhood was a very special moment

him appealingly. ‘I don't think you did—I don't want to think you did—but I'm so

After an excruciatingly uncomfortable cab ride back to his neighborhood, Tom paid the driver, and ignoring the curious stares from the many bystanders going about their Saturday morning business, he hurried into his apartment building. He felt vulnerable wandering around in public in his underwear, and he longed for the sanctuary of his home, free from the scrutiny of prying eyes. While he recognized he had acted irrationally, spurred into action by the ferocity of Booker’s kiss, it was the second time his lover had pounced on him and forcefully tried to demand what should only be given freely, and the uncharacteristic behavior unnerved him. Something wasn’t right, but as much as he loved the dark-haired officer, he was too afraid to hang around and find out exactly what was going on inside his head. He needed space, and although he didn't want to admit it, he also needed time to reevaluate their relationship. A ripple of uncertainty was slowly gaining momentum inside his mind, and he was no longer sure if committing to Booker so soon after his rape was the right thing to do.

“Being an actor is entirely entrepreneurial. I have to garner work, build business relationships, negotiate my own contracts, and create my brand. My grandfather was a very successful business owner, along with several other members of the Vannucci clan. He and his brother owned Vannucci Foto Services in Williamsport, another brother owned Vannucci Pharmacy, and a cousin owned Vannucci Bakery. Growing up surrounded by the spirit of businesses owners was undoubtedly a huge influence on me.”

As Connie got into the car she felt a wave of grief. She couldn’t get away from the invisible gates surrounding and trapping her as if she were a hunted animal. The ride seemed like a journey, going on forever and ever. Trying to pry information causally, Connie would ask Arnold ,” Where are you taking me?” Arnold just turned around and gave her that sleepy smile of his and , “Don’tcha worry ‘bout a thing honey. You are safe with me.” His smile, that reassuring yet mysterious smile quenched her longing for home and diminished the thought of how her family would think about the absence of their youngest daughter. It seemed to mask her thoughts of how how her cold mother and father would react seeing the their screen door wide open and the music that Connie listened to

“You don’t know the guy.” “That’s true.” She rose. “But I know something you don’t. And it is time to show you.”

This little devil like boy was featured in a hilarious comedy that I unfortunately missed out on until I was thirteen years old, because my parents believed it to be too profoundly inappropriate for a young mind like mine. Me being me, I continued watching it anyways. This character has always stood out to me as my favorite. He never behaved how he was supposed to, nor did he seem to love anyone, but that’s what made me like him even more. He’s always making up evil plans to annihilate his mother or ruin others lives. He loves to create new weapons and technology that will help aid in his plan to rule the world. He even has a time machine that he uses to get himself into some unfortunate situations. From completely changing the entire

​Failure can present itself in many different flavors. The bitterest for me being when I failed to act. I had a black friend who was maliciously slandered by others in my school. I had no idea of the severity of the situation. While in a Ashland, a small town in a predominantly liberal Massachusetts, it didn't seem likely that racially charged verbal abuse would have ever been a latent threat at my school. He was harassed and accosted so much he transferred schools, but only after this was anything done about it.

I was a nobody, I knew no one and no one knew me. Well that’s not exactly true, I knew about ten people, but I didn’t really “know them” know them. Ten people may seem like plenty but at a school with an enrollment of roughly 1200 people, that’s next to nothing.

Throughout this portion of the book, Ty’s life is once again wrapped apart. he is realizing all of mistakes, all the almost, and all the fallen hopes and dreams he’s encountered. How out of control of something he feels so attached to he is.