Aw: A Short Story

She was endeavoring to change my decision on letting her come with me on this trip. I reminded her of her humble disposition and refused to let her babble any further.

"Are you seriously lowering yourself to think that someone's sexuality is an insult?" I quip. "I will have you know that everyone in this world is equal and despite your pea sized brain, that includes you too-"

AW: Speaking of the new project: when we told our viewers that we would be speaking with you many of the fans BEGGED us to get more details on an upcoming rock project. They want to know basically anything you can throw at us. Do you have a release timeframe in mind? A single in the works? Is there anything about that project you could tell us that you’re excited to speak about?

“Why would you possibly want to give me over a million dollars, for doing you a favor. Unless, this is a huge favor. Is it?” I said.

“I-I-I just don’t… I just… Oh I don’t know, what did you have in mind.” Liz spit out.

"How did you ever know?" He let out a childish snort. "I do remember promising you another raise in the budget; that is, if we ever manage to get any profit," he said as he settled himself down onto the chair across from me.

“Shouldn’t you at least try to show a little modesty and act reasonable?” I asked, throwing myself into a battle that has a foregone conclusion. “After all, this is fake and demanding him to purchase top of the line gifts this early on gives you the appearance of an exploiter.”

He gave me a kind of 'disapproving dad' look "and why is that?" He asks chuckling a little bit.

“Please, trust me. I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that’s only the A’s. Just don’t ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.”

“And um how do you assume that?” Mr. Hartford asked, his eyes widening as he hadn’t expected me to reply. He cleared

“That is good to hear, I am glad that you will be educating your peers on this topic.”

With the classic top-down, the kids are joking, passing the marijuana joints around and drowning their senses with beer, completely unconcerned that everyone can see them. To the people passing, it looks like a bunch of delinquent high school kids on drugs out looking for trouble. None of them the least bit concerned that at any given moment, a simple phone call to local law enforcement and their little party is over, and instead of heading to a festivity, accompanied to jail.

As you approach your first year of high school, you think nothing is going to change. After all, you are staying in your same school, with the same people, and you already own this place. You are probably about fifty percent right about that. Yes, you are staying in the same school, but the halls will become more crowded and your schedule more hectic. Yes, you’ll see the same people you did last year, but maybe just during lunch since as you walk into your first period you will notice that you don't recognize any of the faces there. And no, you do not own this place, but don't let that stop you from keeping your head up and making the best of it. Welcome to high school, The Heartbreak Games. PS: you're Ruth.

“Yeah, definitely. I don’t care how I’m perceived and I’m so lucky to be able to work a job that lets me feel that way- and to help others feel that freedom, too.” He smiled, proud of his

"Your skills are far better attuned than mine. It is I who should ask you."