Nod Your Head

grin, I eat like an elephant and gain nothing! As Michael brings back my last muffin that I plan to devour but then he speaks up. "You owe me seven dollars for each of the seven muffins you ate" He growls handing me the pastry. I laugh and shake my head, " I did not eat seven amazing muffins" looking over to him to see his unsurprised

front door of school, literally. Groaning she picks herself up from the ground, and opens the glass door. Running in she quickly slides and gets past the incoming traffic of high school halls. Upon reaching her locker she sees the familiar brown hair head of her best friend. "Peter!" She yells reaching him and launching herself on his back. "Hello best friend." She gives him a cheeky smile while resting her chin on his shoulder. Peter grunting from the sudden impact smiles warming at his hyperactive

up pressed against the wall, my hair in disarray around my head and my shirt bunched up on the sides. I lifted myself up and groggily rubbed my eyes before doing the usual. Sneaking I tot he bathroom, taking a shower, brushing my teeth, leaving. Once I got back to my room I put on a blue pair of skinny jeans and a great full dead tank top. I braided my hair so it sat on my shoulder and grabbed a black sweatshirt and pulling it over my head. I grabbed my usual sneakers, my backpack and skateboard

continues to try and sleep) Woman: "Dillon, can you hear me?" (Dillon opens his eyes in confusion. He could swear he knew that voice) Dillon: "Lulu?" (Dillon turns his head to face the woman 's voice, revealed to be Lulu) Dillon: "L-Lulu. What-What are you doing here?" Lulu: (smiles) "I wanted to surprise you." Dillon: (nods) "You certainly did." (He looks at what she 's wearing. He was mesmerized by her light blue lacy top that showed the shape of her rounded breasts. He swallows loudly with

African Americans. Many may question whether all black people know each other, the simple answer is no, but the community is so amalgamated that we do not feel uncomfortable speaking to one another. This “How are you?” or “Alright,” or even just a head nod communicates that African Americans are some sort of family, one that sticks together. Here in America, finding people who look like you can be a bit of a challenge if you are not white. A gentle gesture of kindness can portray togetherness—especially

“What was on your sandwich during lunch today?” She wants to know what I had today so she knows what to pack for tomorrow. I have to make something up, but what if I’m wrong. I might as well fess up. After all, I wouldn’t come close to the answer. I didn’t even open the bag she packed. “If I check your book bag right now will I find your lunch?” I’ve been caught again. She knows what’s happening. “Hun I’m not going to be mad, please tell the truth.” Too ashamed to speak, I nod my head. I know what

Chapter One I awoke to the loud screeching of my younger sister Abby, and I instantly react by shoving a pillow over my head. I let out a muffled groan and peel my eyes open while sitting up and turning to look at the clock. 8:03am. “Shit!” I groan, I rip my duvet off of my legs and cool air floods over the now exposed skin. I shiver as I wrap my arms around myself and I walk to my closet. “What to wear…” my eyes scan over the different articles of clothing hanging from the rack in my dresser

We were supposed to enjoy the Fourth of July happily together in Columbus. We were going to have fun. It was never the idea for me to end up with Matt in a near empty Taco Bell, with only a few teenagers on the other end, close to the door, and Matt crying. Because our plans never really work out, there's always something to shit on them. This time a proposal from Matt. Well, it didn't really shit on our plans. Basically, the fact that Shawn said 'No' shat on Matt's plan. When I hug Matt, I notice

my thoughts while I am visiting Mr. Poe only if I knew what was going to happen only if I knew I would have ran away from that horrid man. I slowly walk toward Mr. Poe’s room. When I get there and open the door it was pitch black until I turned my head then I saw him sitting next to a candle writing no scratch that that can’t be writing his hand is move so fast he can’t be writing. Then he looks up at me and made eye contacted it was terrifying it sent chills down my spine. Once I snapped out of

“You're sure you're okay going to stay at your cousins for the summer?” My mom asks. “Yes mom,” I groan putting another shirt into my suitcase. “I just want to make sure that you’re okay with it, and aren’t just pretending that it’s okay,” She says. “Mom, it’s fine, I’ll be okay,” I reassure her. “You’re positive?” She asks. “Mom,” I stop packing and turn towards her, “I promise everything will be fine. It’s not like I’m staying with strangers, it’s Ann, Rich, Andrew, and Logan,” I say.