How I Felt Something Change?

“I know I don’t look like it, but I’m extremely happy. It’s just I can’t believe she decided to stay with me after all the pain and suffering I’ve caused her. I am truly a lucky man.” Something had truly changed in him after what had happened yesterday.

I waiting for some sort of reaction, and it came by him scooting a body space or two away from me. I had sat too close to him, and he didn’t like that. I couldn’t believe it. It seemed like everything I could do wrong I did. After fidgeting around with the dust and dirt laying around us, I almost couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted to run off, and I almost did but then he spoke. D’Angelo didn’t say just one thing, but two, then three, and just kept talking. It made me so confused. At first I was confused that he didn’t think I was so “uncool” after throwing bark in his eyes and sitting too close next to him, but that quickly turned into confusion about what he was talking about. It sounded like he was quoting pages out some boring “adult”

The harshness of her tone was softened by the concern in her eyes. The same eyes also watched for a reaction to her choice of wording. Some things don’t change no matter how close you let someone get.

He was always there for me; in fact he was the one who made me into the person I am today – well, was. I usually wasn’t like this; in all honesty, it was the first time I’d ever felt so...so emotional, so petrified, so weak. I was always a bubbly girl, gracious and blissful. Even when I was never noticed by others I wouldn’t be so affected by it. But this was different. As my thoughts drifted away, Ellie hugged me like a mother who found her lost child. It felt as if I was a nuisance to the group. I was feeble. I was frail. I was feckless. I didn’t have the courage to look my friends in the eye nor was I calm enough to. But I wasn’t going to let those feelings consume me, I needed to stay

The familiar sound of the door opening made me bite my lip and grin. I breathed heavily, faking sleep. Seconds later my eyes were open and I saw strobe lights, a cow suit and a trumpet. Laughing, I got out of bed. My two Chamber “parents”, Rachel and Ben, were congratulating me, and my real mother and father were beaming. I got dressed in a splatter painted, fringed and musically themed shirt that they’d brought, grabbed my backpack and headed out the door, into Ben’s dirty green volvo. Half an hour later I was getting out of the car, and being welcomed by the other singers. Abby got out of a red van, looking as confused as I felt- I kept thinking soon I’d wake up and find out this was just a dream, and that I had failed. But it was extremely real, and everything I thought it’d be. Later today would be hard, some of my close friends hadn’t made it, and I’d sympathize with them. But hugging Abby, looking around at the other smiling faces, I knew that this moment I wouldn’t forget, this moment would be one of my very

Randy pulled the car into our driveway and turned the ignition off. He turned to look at me and placed his warm hand on my moist cheek as he said, “Everything will be fine, Doctor Brood sounded confident he could get rid of all the cancer. You are the strongest woman I know, you can handle anything. Remember when Marie was born? If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t be parents.”

My brow furrowed and I tilted my head, sure I had misheard him. None of this made any sense—the apologies, the guilt I could feel emanating from him. There was a part of me that would have loved to have believed that he had truly changed for the better. That he was repentant—at least a little—for his past actions. But this was all too perfect—too good to not be an act. That had to be what this was—some kind of facade that he was putting on with the expectation of … what? Getting me to go along with some plan? Getting me to do some kind of work for him and Ryan? I had no idea, I just knew that I still couldn’t even find my voice to even ask.

" Of course," I replied, with a bit to much excitement in my voice. I reached around my neck for my key chain and unlocked the changing room door and opened it motioning for Dan to walk in. He said "thank you," looking up from the ground and half smiled at me, making my heart melt and my soul shatter into a million pieces. Then we both reached for the door handle and our hands touch for the smallest fraction of a second , we made eye contact and the world froze. I didn't think about Phil or Carissa standing only a few feet away string at us, or about my report that i had to write for my English class. All i thought about was the brief feeling of his warm soft hand against mine and his beautiful, smoldering brown eyes staring back into mine. "Sorry" we both mumbled pulling away as the world came back into motion. I stood there in a daze at what had just happened. It's like that moment in Cinderella 3 when Cinderella and the

Has your life ever been changed dramatically? How was it changed, and if so, how did it affect you? People change a lot in 6th grade! The key is to handle it well, so you can thrive for a lifetime. In 6th grade you take on more responsibility, make new friends, and school grades, are tougher.

Nathan rang the doorbell at 4:15 exactly. Ocean and I jogged over to the door and opened it. We both said hello to him as he stepped inside. He sat down on the couch with a grunt. He said;

After talking to him, I felt as if I had been repurposed, like I have a reason to live again. His story about his wife and how he was kicked out made me grateful for my own family, and it awakened in me a hunger to get back to them. I have to get back to them, to my wife, my girls, I thought, as I pulled out my empty wallet to gaze at their pictures. At that moment I knew what I was going to do, although I denied it for a time, I knew what I had to do. I needed to cross the

"What I said, I mean," is what Vic begins with, "But, I was harsh. It was surprising; I had never suspected you to develop those kinds of feelings so early into our relationship..."

While turning down the street towards my childhood home, I thought about James. I dreamed of taking him here one day, we’d we’d sit in my old room, laughing at a poster of some long forgotten band hanging on the wall along other memorabilia from my youth. My mother

“What do you mean? You don’t know that dude, you might! Don’t doubt yourself!” she declaimed. But at the time, I didn’t know how to take these words to heart.

“Y-Y-Yes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still love him, I mean, I know he’s hasn’t been the best father, but he is still my father, and that means something to me. He’s family. I know you don’t care about yours, but I still care about mine,” Lilly said calmly, drying her tears. It was no surprise to them that she still cared about her father. She cared about everyone. She just was that way, and they all loved her for that.