Angrily, I gathered my clothes and the rest of my belongings, then headed to the car. As I strode into the cove of trees, I suddenly heard a voice. “Yeah Rache, I got him right where I want him.” I suddenly saw Leena whispering with her back facing me. “Yeah, I got mad, made a scene, and told him he had a cold heart. We broke up, but I know he’ll be begging to get me back...of course it will work! Yeah, I know, it’s not like I even actually cheated in the first place, remember? It was all staged. But he had it coming, he was just, like, forgetting my desirability!” Hot blood flamed to my cheeks. So it was all a lie? All to get more attention? Forget this, I’m done with all of Leena’s stupid games, I settled, and I tossed my clothes in the …show more content…
Friendly and confident, these were personality traits that attracted me to her. But over the years, the superficiality of high school had somehow warped her brain, making her become more like an annoying character from a teen drama than an actual human being. I knew it was just a mask though, a way to cover up her real emotions. But honestly, I should have broken up with her months ago. The reason I didn't however, was because I didn’t like the idea of separation. I didn’t want to be anything like my biological dad. Pursing my lips, I jammed my keys in the ignition. The car purred to life, and swiftly I drove down the path. At least I should be grateful I was the first one out before the car pileup, I thought, in an attempt to think positively. The sun was still out, but the balmy air was gradually turning cold, inclement. I could feel the temperature drop as the wind gusted in through the small crack of his window, circulating throughout the car. Behind me, more storm clouds loomed in the distance as though I was in a race to beat the darkening sky. A sudden peculiar feeling, a foreboding, swept over me. There was something unusual about Gemma’s grandmother and the way she
Early that morning, newly hired park ranger, Jennifer Flores, stuffed a banana into the blender and mixed up a high energy chocolate drink. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face was clean and free of makeup. She was dressed in a black jogging outfit that hugged her body tightly and showed off her shape. She poured her drink into a glass and guzzled it down like she was in a beer chugging contest with her sorority sisters.
I sit in my house with guilt rushing through my blood. How could I do this to Rachel? How could I trick her into marrying me? Why have I focused my life on money instead of love? Why have I betrayed her? She sits quietly. Eating two meals at once like a great white shark devouring a fish. She concentrates on every little thing she does. For just a second I focus on her. Then my mind clouds, and one image has appeared. Vanessa. As if she controlled my mind and altered what thoughts I had. I have been having an affair with Vanessa, Rachel’s neighbor, for a little while now. She is as beautiful as a diamond in the sunshine. Her jet black hair falls perfectly to her shoulders, and her bright green eyes seem as though they look into her soul. Her
I have been watching her for weeks, and today was the big day, the day I took her to become a part of my perfect family. When I first seen her in the flower shop buying Lilly’s I knew she was the best candidate to join my family of flowers. A beauty like her, I knew she just had to be the purest woman to ever exist, could replace my last Lilly any day, it being said, the last Lilly was not as pure as I hoped, and sadly I had to put that beloved family member of mine down. I also wanted her to be Lily because she was the most stunning woman I had ever seen with her chocolatey brown eyes and her short curvy body. Today she was wearing her club clothes, which was a tight dress that was also a little too short, it was a little skimpy, but it was
The thunder clapped against the sky, sounding like thousands of galloping horses. There was no sign of human life except for the truck and luxury horse trailer that zoomed by. Hard rain hit the trailer, making loud thuds against it's rusted metal. A young teenager with brown curly hair, freckles, and blue eyes sat in the back seat of the red truck. The girl glanced at the camper/trailer behind them and sighed.
She realized how blindly in love she was and ended the relationship because she knew that he was not good for
“William! Get back here! You know that’s Melinda’s land!” Carefree young William raced through the field, closing in on Melinda´s apple orchard. Melinda was the evil fairy who owned 25 acres just outside the town. On her land was an orchard. In this orchard grew the finest apples in all of England. These large, sweet apples were desired by any who laid eyes on them. The only problem was Melinda… She cursed anyone who dared step foot on her land, especially her cherished apple orchard.
I remember walking through the doors of my high school and feeling a mixture of dread and excitement settle heavily somewhere between my throat and my gut. This was not the first time, nor the last time that I experienced what most people would call butterflies, except in my case it felt more like the butterflies were nukes playing tag, and the aftershocks were giving me the shakes. Due to my inability to talk to my fellow classmates without feeling like a leaf in the middle of a hurricane, I came to the conclusion that the only way to get rid of this fear was to face it head on, so that’s exactly what I did.
Today is the fourth day me and Little Ann have been sitting here waiting to hunt. Billy is just walking around the camp looking at other dogs and talking to the hunters. He starts making his way back to Little Ann and I. In the buggy Billy digs us each out a weenie and feeds it to us. I swallow mine whole and look at him and ask for more. I don't really think he understood me because he just walked away smiling.
"No way, Em." I say taking a hand full of popcorn and shoving it in my mouth.
As I thrusted open the wooden doors, refreshingly cool wind blew my hair back. Sunlight surrounded me instantly, and I basked in the glorious sunshine. The blinding sun warmed my body, and I quickly unbuttoned my coat. Just then, the sound of conversations filled the air as people started leaving.
There was now a fine, cold drizzle falling, and the wind had risen from its uncertain puffs into a steady blow. The few foot passengers astir in that quarter hurried dismally and silently along with coat collars turned high and pocketed hands. And I was the in the appointment place, uncertain almost to absurdity, with my friend of my youth, smoked a cigar and waited.
I heard a tap on the window. As I turned my head, Mr. Williams appeared to be shouting at me.
The day was gloomier than I thought it would be. The air was humid as if it had just rained for days and you could feel the thickness in it. Past the trees of the nearby woods, thick, and gray fog lined the ground,
This is another girl who’s just not having it. Don’t tell her sorry, ‘cause she knows that you’re not. Baby, she knows you’re only sorry you got caught. Set them sprinklers on those lying bastards, Riri. Now sing it everyone, “But now it's time to go / Curtains finally closin' / That was quite a show / Very entertaining / But it's over now / Go on and take a bow.”