Short Story

The conversation steered toward Haley’s home life and friends. If I were in Emily’s position I would try to ask more questions about her other high school and past friends when times appeared to be more pleasant for Haley. I would have asked

Leah was surprised by his question –No, I really hadn’t thought about it. Any suggestions?-

“I don’t think you understand what she is going. She is making objects in the town better. I think you should just let her do what she has to do.” I explained. If you let Amanda do what she doing everything would be fine, otherwise everything would be harder than it already it. Finally we started walking around the country, so we went back home.

Reeling us back in, I asked, “what’s this movie, event, thingy you got us doing? And why am I involved?”

“Nino has a little event that’s going to be hosted here and he wanted me to meet with he’s niggas to plan it.” Sky sigh. I just nod my head not wanting to bother her anymore. She looked so stress, dealing with everything here. I try my best to help her as much as I can when I’m not dancing

General Patrick finally took notice of the trident on the uniforms of all of the men sitting at the table, not to mention the tape on the uniforms that read ‘US Navy’. “How the hell….” General Patrick said out loud.

Guys. GUYS!” I screamed so loud I’m pretty sure Canada could hear me all the way from West Virginia. “I know some people are not the biggest fans of me right this second,” I said well glaring at Ivy, “but we need to work together. This is what this camp is for…”

On Friday, Lisa will deliver a presentation about 'season food.' We talked about how she could make her introduction more specific. Finally, I told her about a useful strategy

"Edward told me that Embry was taking you to a spring dance." Alice said. She was trying to make conversation, but I wasn't in the mood. I would gush about it with Kim and Emily when I went to the res later.

The smattering of rain on the roof overhead calms me, beating out an irregular rhythm like an anxious child unconsciously tapping his foot. The dim glow of my phone screen washes over me as I wait for the light to return, cut off by the flash flood inducing rain. I look around, and sigh; yet again, the lights on the ceiling are blank, leaving me with nothing to shield myself from the impending darkness.

It’s 3:40 PM. I’m walking down the bridge staircase. The sun is staining the sky a bright blue. It’s not quite the pale blue of cotton candy at a fair. It’s a cartoonish, suburban neighborhood blue that would be pretty if it didn’t feel so fake. As I pass the painted wall by the school, a voice calls out to me.

She stepped out of the long stretched black limo. It took her four hours to get here. Not that matters to anyone but her. She made it and that was what was important. She smoothed the wrinkles from her dress. The mood darken as she stepped inside the building. In the corner to her right, Ms. Lou and Mrs. Right sat judging everyone the second they stepped into their view. Those two ladies had been judging people for as long as she could remember, but for someone to be allowed to judge them, yeah, not likely to happen. “Some people never change.” she thought to herself. It’s been six years since her last visit and she expected more people to be amongst the dead instead of the living considering that’s where most of their personalities were.

“I suppose you’re right; we’ll probably want to talk with you again, give me your telephone number? Thank you for your help, we’ll contact you,” he said, stepping off the porch, and wondered what had been going on in Mr. Hudson’s house.

The simple answer had her smiling. Sure she didn’t know exactly which group she would be in part babysitting and in part hanging out with, but SM didn’t have an endless list of who it could be. By giving him her answer she felt her heart start to beat faster while feeling calm and content at the same time.

She had been with Minister Mike longer than him, yet Coach Russell took control of most situations. Coach even blocked her from the students view. This was not tolerable in her book. Ms Loren approached the stairs with vigor. Ms Loren wanted a word with him away from the others.