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Someone came up behind me and gently pulled my hand and examined it, that's when I saw I had been absentmindedly been picking at my nail beds all morning, what were relatively neat at one point were now a mangled mess. Feeling the slight sting on some level, two emotions broke through my subconscious, concern and admiration. My eyes searched Jordan's face to see that both of those expressions were mirrored in his eyes. Did he feel the same?

There are different fears ranging from crossing bridges, being trapped in traffic, vehicular accident or maybe as simple as being trapped inside the vehicle alone. Anxiety is a common emotion and helpful to keep you on your toes in the face of danger, but if this emotion becomes a liability and prevents you from functioning normally, then it is a disorder. You have to do something to deal with anxiety while driving and here are some tips:

He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external world for an instant and then concentrated on you

“No need to stare, young one. You’ve never paid this close of attention to my born form.” I glanced up to see his chapped lips pulled up in a devilish smile. Raspy laughter could barely be heard, the only way to truly tell the subtle noise was coming from the man before me was the slight shake of his shoulders. I clasped my hands beneath the table, trying to find some way to begin the conversation we were to have.

Underneath the shade of their hood, Cynthia could see the figure smiling as he advanced upon the

After all he was a complete stranger. I was fourteen and I felt like my life had been altered without my permission. I saw him once more after this initial meeting. We went to White Castle with my other siblings. As a child I struggled with my weight. I remember not ordering a lot of food. I didn’t want him to think I was fat. I made sure to be polite and engaging. I wanted him to accept me. I wanted him to like me. I talked about school. But I made sure not to brag about my good grades. He asked me about boys and although at the time there was a boy I liked, I didn’t dare tell him that. He laughed at my vague response and said he didn’t want to have to hurt some knucklehead boy. In that moment I felt safe, protected. It felt so good.

Your mother hollers that you’re going to miss the bus… You don’t stop and hug her and tell her that you love her. You don’t thank her for being a good, kind, patient mother. Of course not--you launch yourself down the stairs and make a run for the

"The most amazing thing happened today" she looks over to the left for a moment, before looking back to speak. "I found My mate. A mate is-" She trails off, and clears her throat. "I'll tell you when you're older, if I get the chance." Then the other voice speaks up again.

While driving, I feel like a soldier in a war zone, having to stay alert, knowing at any given time, my enemy can show up and what could happen next will unfortunately change my life.

Southern California traffic can be very frustrating. I drive the freeway almost every day and the aggressiveness of other drivers has often left me feeling very angry. I can vividly remember a few months ago another driver was riding on my bumper, flashing his high beams, honking his horn. He then pulled in front of me, stopped his car, and got out of his car to confront me. While I decided not to jump out and escalate the confrontation, instead just changing lanes and leaving him standing in the fast lane, I found myself ruminating over the whole situation. I was able to stuff my anger holding myself back from doing what I really wanted to do, which was to jump out of my vehicle and get in his face. As I drove down the freeway I played

Rubbing his eyes, he glanced up to stare at the photograph at the edge of his

“You should probably stop daydreaming and get ready,” Matt suggests from behind me in the lift line. He is the guy who has taken me

“Hey Trent, John” I respond. Suddenly, one of my friends Violet comes running in. Panting she

“Matthew, who’re you even talking about? What’s with your dad and the cake?” Gilbert questions, standing up.

Tires squeal across the hot asphalt; exhaust fumes fill the air. Innocent shoppers leap to safety as cars circle the neighborhood grocery store lot in search of the ideal parking spot. Engines revving. Adrenaline rushing. The driver's sole mission is to obtain a white lined rectangle of pavement before entering the race known as shopping. As a safety precaution, competent and considerate shoppers should be aware of the distinct character traits of the three annoying types of shoppers: Hurry Harry, Suburban Sally, and Picky Pete. Knowledge of their parking-lot-to-checkout-stand habits increases the chance of avoiding a head-on collision.