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Short Story #5

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“I don’t know why he wanted to be foster parents if all he was going to do was use me as a punching bag,” I gathered up my belongings as fast as possible and left through the back door. My face was black and blue. My body was screaming at me in pain; but this was finally the last time.

Social workers can’t do anything until abusive behavior has been reported three times. At least here in Arlington. ‘Right. I need to find a pay phone.’

I must look awful; more than last time; because the staring and pointing seems to be tenfold. I’m just surprised that no one has come to ask if I was okay. Does my face being black and blue make me seem older than seventeen?

It does. Because I had found a pay phone and I checked my reflection. I looked awful. I could see where his fists had made contact. Where the glass had slashed my cheek bone. The giant egg bump forming on my head from the door frame…so it was understandable that no one approached me. I wouldn’t approach me.

“Hello! Hello? Mrs. Howed.” She has accepted the call, but she wasn’t speaking.

“This is Mrs. Howed with social services; how may I help you?”

Finally. “Mrs. Howed. It’s me Cathy. He did it again. Actually worst this time. I’m at a gas station just out of Arlington. Can you send someone to pick me up. Also some police to that house.” I was met with silence. “Hello? Hello!?!”

“Sorry Cathy. And oh no what do I do. Jefferson is being dropped off there tonight.”

‘No. Jefferson will be gone in five minutes. Unless Carl has fallen asleep from the alcohol. That would be the best scenario.’ “Can’t you call them to come back?!?”

“Sadly no. New policy is they cannot have phones while driving foster kids to homes. Incase of stealing or accidents. But I’ll send Mark out too to intercept them at the house.”

That would take too long. Carl would just have to make contact with Jefferson’s head once and he would be a goner. ‘No. I had to get back to that house. But I was about an hour walk away.’ I looked around and thankfully I was at a gas station. And double thankfully it was packed. I just had to find one person to take me at least halfway. I could sprint running the other half if I had to.

I wandered through the vehicles. I couldn’t be picky. I had to ask everyone. All the responses were the same. “Sorry, not going that way. Sorry, we don’t pick up strangers. Sorry, no space.”

I would have been willing to stow away in the trunk. I just had to get back to that house. Then as if all hope was lost, I saw a large van parked outside the convince store. I should be able to fit in there. If this one didn’t work, then I would just have to start running.

If an old sketchy man came up to the van then I was not going to open that can of worms. I might experience a similar situation. But thankfully a young guy, maybe older than me, was walking up to the van.

“Please help me. I need to get back to Arlington. My foster parent beat me to a pulp. I got away. But I’ve now come to find out that they are going to drop off my little brother tonight. He’s only seven. If he gets hit he probably will die. Please take me back to that house?” I hadn’t planned to spill all of that. But I was desperate. I needed to start this journey now!

The guy just looked at me. Shock was all I could see on his face. Probably from my outburst suddenly, but also my appearance. I was worried I had shocked him so much that he was in shock; I waved my hand in front of his face. “Hello?”

He came to. “Sorry. You caught me off guard. Where are you heading? Arlington?”

I nodded.

“Okay. Sure. That works. Let me see how to fit you.” the guy walked over to his van and threw open the sliding door.

There were several seats. So he must have passengers. “Sorry. I didn’t realize your van was meant for passengers. I’ll just start running back.” I turned away, “Thank you for trying to help.” I called back as I started my long run back to the awful house.

…

How long have I been running. My whole body is on fire. I’ve got to be almost there, right? I hadn’t been paying too close attention. I was just keeping an eye out for Kenmore St. But I hadn’t seen in yet. I checked the street sign above me, and it said, Carmichael Blvd. ‘What!?! I had only run three blocks from the gas station! Was it because I was in so much pain that it seems like I’ve been running for about fifteen minutes. But it’s really only been five.’ I dropped to the ground. This was impossible. ‘I’m going to loose my only family tonight.’

“Hey!”

It was the guy from the gas station. He was pulling up beside me. Now he was out of the van and beside me. ‘Oh, no. I was having an out of body experience. Meaning I was about to pass out.’ I reached out and clasped onto him, “Kenmore St. Please. Hurry!” I was out.

…

It couldn’t have been long. But at least I was mobile. My body bounced along with the vehicle. I opened my eyes and I took in my surroundings. I was in the passenger seat. There were voices all around me. Right. That guy had been there. I turned to my left and there he sat. he was driving the van. The van that I was now in. ‘Pain. I felt pain everywhere. Jefferson can’t experience this pain. Jefferson!!’

I bolted up. ‘Ouch!’ I held onto my rib cage. “Where are we going?” I whispered out.

“Oh. Your awake,” the guy beside me smiled. He seemed to relax. “Hey guys, she’s awake!” He called behind him.

‘Guys?’ I turned and looked behind me. The van was jammed packed full of musical instruments and maybe 10 guys. They all seemed to be older than me. And they looked so uncomfortable; squeezed together into the jammed packed van. I felt sorry for them, but I was grateful. ‘Right. Where we’re going?’

“Where are we going,” I turned back to guy beside me?

“All you said was Kenmore St. And since you were heading West I assumed it was the West Kenmore. But because of traffic and accidents, I’m going a round about way.” As he spoke he kept turning at different blocks.

I had to just trust him. He could be taking me to a remote location but I’m going to trust he was helping me. I relaxed into my seat.

“Do you need anything? Hey Max. Send the first aid pack up here.”

I looked behind me and the sea of guys behind me squirmed trying to get to the trunk. “You don’t have to…”

“No problem at all, miss.” One of the guys called back. “If Jack says to get something, we listen.”

‘Jack. That was his name.’ I will have to treat them to a meal after all of this. From the back seat they handed me the first aid kit. I opened up the mirror above me and gasped. I looked awful. My eye was so swollen that I was amazed I could still see with it. My cheek bone had a huge slash in it with dried blood all over my cheek and neck. My other eye was not swollen but it was turning a dark purple. I’m surprised they were willing to help me. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and got to work.

The first aid kit had everything. I was about to start but, “Does anyone have an iPhone?”

Jack dug out his phone. He handed it to me. “Password is 0023.”

Wow. He trusted me enough for that. Actually he could always change his passcode after I leave. I unlocked the phone and went to camera. I took a few selfies. I needed proof for court. “Sorry. I need the pictures for proof. For court. I need to get my current Forster parent off the list. This is the third time this has happened. After the third time, I can make a legal claim and get him off the list of possible foster homes.” I had begun to clean my face.

“This has happened three times?!?” Jack yelled. And the back of the van fell silent. “You’ve experienced this two other times? Were they just as bad as this time?”

“No. The first time, Carl just threw me into a coffee table and I bruised four ribs. The second time he got super drunk and decided to beat me up. Only to my body. Because it’s harder to be seen. But this time it seems like he didn’t care. And I have no idea why he attacked me tonight.”

All the guys around me were silent. They probably all were from good homes; and never heard that these things happen. Jack was starting to tense beside me.

I touched his shoulder. “Thank you Jack. You helped me when I needed it. You are saving my brother’s life. I need to get there in time. You are saving me.”

Jack’s body relaxed under my touch. “I’m sorry you have had to go through this. No one should ever go through this. Especially multiple times. The law is wrong.”

Silence filled the van once again. I finished cleaning up my face. Except for my swollen eye I looked ten times better. I looked somewhat normal. “Please keep talking back there. The noise keeps my mind from wandering.”

Thankfully the guys behind me erupted into loud talking. It did relax me.

We were coming up to the house. My nerves were alive again. What if we were too late. What if Carl is still awake. What if he attacks me again. What if…

“We are coming in or at least up to the house with you,” Jack said interrupting my thoughts. “There’s no way we are letting anyone touch you ever again.” The guys behind me erupted in a big, “Yeah!”

“I don’t want to trouble you all. And I don’t want Carl to hurt any of you either.”

“Don’t worry,” Jack smirked. “A few of us have boxing, wrestling, and karate in our backgrounds. “But even if we are the ones getting hurt. At least it’s not you.”

“Okay. Thanks. But still all of you call your parents and let them know what’s happening. The more that know the situation, the less likely Carl will have to throw blame elsewhere.” The sea of guys behind me did as I said. “You too Jack,” handing him back his phone.

The house. It was dark. I didn’t see a vehicle in front. So either Jefferson is not here or he was left. ‘Oh no.’ I threw open my passenger door to sprint to the house.

“Wait!” Jack yelled and ran around the van to stop me. “No! They will go. You will stay.” He held onto me firmly.

I tried to free myself. I needed to save my brother.

“Cathy. Look at me,” Jack still held me firm in place. “Look at me.”

I looked up into his eyes. They were pleading with me. I only nodded.

“Guys go and find the kid. Stop whatever is happening. But don’t go too overboard.” Jack directed the guys.

Suddenly there was a shatter sound. Like something glass being thrown against a wall.

My body went alert and I tried to get to the house. But Jack just pulled me into his embrace and held me there. Not letting me move. The sea of guys sprinted into the house. I just stood there grabbing onto Jack’s jacket, sobbing into his shoulder. Repeating one thing through my mind. “Please save him. Please save him. Please…”

–8 Months Later–

Well many things have changed since that day. Jefferson had been dropped off. Carl I guess had disguised himself enough to convince the social worker he was fit for duty. And that was only moments before we arrived. And the glass shattering noise was actually Jefferson trying to keep Carl away. Then the sea of guys entered the house and took Carl down before he could retaliate. Max had carried Jefferson out to me. When he was finally placed in my arms I collapsed onto the pavement. Jack had stayed by my side the whole time.

But now. Jefferson and I have been almost adopted into a new family. Max’s family. They had been on a wait list for being foster parents. And after that day Max’s mom took us in. They are now in the process of fully adopting us. My family is growing once again.

The sea of guys from the van were now my friends. They were all coming from a band concert that day. So I of course decided to join the dance group that preforms with the band occasionally. So I get to hang out with the guys all the time. They all act like my older brothers.

And Jack. Well as you probably guessed, we are dating. After I got into the same college; things just morphed into dating.

Life is just beginning for me. Age eighteen, new family, boyfriend, college, friends, and a future. I’m set for life.

The End

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Short Story #4

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‘Why won’t he notice me? I’ve done everything possible.’ I made sure to be in his classes. Made sure to be his desk partner. I help him with assignments; but I don’t think he actually sees me, just my answers. I try to sit nearby him at lunch; a couple tables away, but he can still see me. I joined a swim team to share his sport; I’m not really a sport person. I’ve attempted to learn about cars and hockey to share his hobbies; that’s not going so well either. But still, nothing. ‘Why not me?’

Instead it’s Lucy Marshall. The popular girl in school. She’s perfect. She has the looks, the smile, and I guess the personality. A personality that doesn’t care about a guy’s preferences; one that is all about me, me, me. But here I am trying to be the perfect girl. But no, I’m not at all on his radar.

Jordan Johnson. That’s his name by the way. He’s the most popular guy at school. He is every girl’s fantasy. But anyone who is not Lucy Marshall has no chance.

‘Here I am daydreaming about my desk make and I’m not at all paying attention to the teacher. Doesn’t really matter. I ace all the tests anyways.’ Probably a result of being homeschooled for my freshman and sophomore years. I think my mom taught me everything I needed to know in two years…

But at least I get to eyeball Jordan at swim practice. Finally the season is here! Three months. Only three more months of junior year. If I don’t get noticed; it’s never going to happen. I’ll have to try now, as I step back onto the pool deck. The pool deck is where dreams are started.

I peek over at Jordan. ‘Wow. His body was made for swimming. His body seemed to be sculpted to perfection.’ Thankfully I was in a pool or people would see the drool running down my chin. How was it possible to be so lost in someone? Especially someone who doesn’t know you even exist. ‘Right. I was going to make that change. But how?’ WHACK!

Throbbing pain! My forehead was on fire. Before I could think to ask a question I just heard laughter. Laughter around me…? No it was directed at me. When my eyes began to focus once more, I could see everyone staring at me. Pointing. Laughing. Everyone. Even Jordan was snickering. ‘That hurt.’ But being hit in the forehead wasn’t enough to cause this reaction…until I felt it. I had reached up and felt where my forehead had been; instead a large golfball sized bump had formed. I knew I probably looked ridiculous, but I was still in pain. Didn’t anyone care that I might actually be hurt?

Suddenly I was scooped up under my armpits, and out of the pool; steadied on the deck, and then pick up by someone. My head was spinning and I couldn’t concentrate. But I did hear the name calling.

“Yeah take away the eye sore.”

Also, “Egg head! Let’s call her egg head!”

I passed out to the giant eruption of laughter. ‘I want to go back to homeschooling.’

.-.-.Senior Year.-.-.

Well I did just what I wanted. It was the first thing I told my mom after I had recovered from my concussion and three day coma. And it being the first thing out of my mouth; my mother did not argue with me. I finished out my junior year being homeschooled. I know I shouldn’t care, and that they are just a bunch of dumb kids; but I reinvented myself. I was no longer the scared, quiet, intimidated girl.

After quitting public school and also the swim team, I realized how much I actually enjoyed swimming. So I have to thank butthead for making me try out something, I originally wouldn’t have tried. I love it! ‘Yes. His name is butthead now. After I saw him snickering at my pain, that was it. The thought of him now disgusted me.’ Also now that I’ve joined a private swim team, and I’ve swam all summer; I’ve met better guys. Not that I’m instantly attracted to them or anything, but that they are actual decent human beings. Even one of them is the reason I have ventured back into public high school. ‘Yep. That’s right. I’m back.’ Because Charlie, my new guy friend, challenged me to go back and destroy the girls’ records. Which I’m excited to do. Swim season starts tomorrow!!

But school. These last six months have flown by. It’s amazing when you don’t focus all your energy on one outlet, that you can do so much more. I’ve gotten A’s as always. But I’ve been apart of different clubs. The dance club, art club, ceramics club, radio club, etc. I thought I might as well try everything before high school is over and done.

I have seen him. Occasionally. Not that I’ve been seeking him out, but that we have crossed paths. The first time I saw him, I got sick to my stomach. Happy to know that the sight of him still made me feel disgusted; how did I ever like him? And I would like to say that my lack of presence around him has not phased him one bit. Thankfully I was not on his radar last year; or the probable constant tormenting would have been unbearable.

Let’s start fresh.

.-.-.-.

Swim season has been underway for almost a month. I’ve gotten better and better. Enough so, that I’m in the second fastest lane. The only people faster than me is: Jordan, Michael, Miguel, Nathan, and Charlie. ‘Yep. My friend Charlie. I don’t know why I didn’t know he had been on the team all four years. I’m blaming it on my lack of good visibility. Haha. That’s a real thing.’ But yeah, I’m the fastest girl on the entire team. And also yes. I’ve been chipping away at the records. I hold four of the eight. I just all depends on what our coach allows me to swim. Or if he is wanting to win the meet; then he puts me in my fastest events.

But I’ve been flying! Really. Swimming has made a huge difference on my life. I’m so happy I started when I did. Because there has already been offers from several different colleges; with full scholarships. ‘I’m stoked!!’ I thought this was just going to be a hobby; but I’m happy it is going to be a life altering thing. And I’ll be possibly going to college with Charlie. He has been an amazing friend through all of this. I don’t know what would have happened to me if Charlie hadn’t been in my life. I’m so happy I met him officially the day I joined the private team.

“ Sarah,” my friend Joyce called out to me.

“Yeah. What’s up?” I was finishing up showering after the grueling practice.

“You’ve been hanging out with Charlie a lot. Anything happening between you two?”

I felt my face flush, but I quickly pushed it aside. Im not saying I want something to happen. But I wouldn’t be apposed to something happening. “No, nothing is happening” I try to play it off cool. “Why do you ask?”

“Well I thought after last year, and now; that something was happening between you two.”

“What do you mean last year. What happened last year?”

“You don’t know? He’s the one that carried you to the nurses office that day. He carried you clear across campus in just his speedo. He was made fun of for the whole junior year. Everyone called out at him like, “Nice diaper.” He was diaper boy for the last three months. Didn’t you know?”

‘He carried me? He was made fun of. He was the one who helped me? No way! Why hasn’t he said anything.’ I needed answers. I didn’t wait for Joyce; I grabbed my gear and ran out of the locker room. Right smack into Charlie.

“Ouch!” I had run into his shoulder with my nose. “Watch where you are going.” ‘That was a stupid response.’

“Sure. Here I was standing still until something flew into me. But sure I’ll watch where I’m going next time.” Charlie turned walking away.

His sarcastic tone told me I could follow. So I did. We walked in silence until I couldn’t take it anymore. “Why didn’t you tell me about last year? I didn’t know anything.”

“Oh. I. Umm.”

Charlie stumbled around with his words. ‘This was not like Charlie. Charlie didn’t stumble. Charlie was perfect. He was a perfect gentlemen. He was a prefect teammate. And he would be the perfect boyfriend. But how do I bridge that subject.’

“I didn’t really know how to bring it up. I know it was not a good memory for you. And since you never brought it up, I just assumed you didn’t want to talk about it again, or that you didn’t remember it at all. Either way I was okay. I was going to be your friend no matter what. You are pretty cool. Even still when your eyes were glued to Jordan; I still thought you were a pretty cool girl.”

Charlie wasn’t really talking towards me. But I knew he was talking about me.

“You just had a bad taste in guys,” Charlie smirked at that last part.

‘Did my heart just flutter? At Charlie’s smirk? Oh no. It’s happening again. I’m going to go boy crazy again. Must distract myself.’ I just start walking forward. I needed to…I don’t know. But staying there looking at him was not the right answer.

“Hey wait,” Charlie grabbed my hand.

‘He’s holding my hand!?!’

“I’m sorry if I made you angry. I just know that Jordan is not the right guy for you. You deserve better. You deserve…”

‘I deserve…? Charlie just stopped talking. Could he mean? No don’t be ridiculous. Focus elsewhere. But not on the hand that still is holding yours. Oh, great. That’s all I can think of now!’

“Anyways. We should get going,” Charlie says as he drops my hand.

‘No.’ I don’t know what I was doing but I reached out and grasped his hand again. Then realizing what I was doing I dropped it quickly. My face was going to turn a bright red color here in a moment. ‘Walk away, Sarah. Before it’s too late.’ “You are right. Yeah, we should get going. Let’s go,” I quickly dashed off. Not really a run, but fast enough that I knew he wouldn’t follow me. He lives in the opposite direction.

I almost collapsed as I made it to the park besides my home. Running after a grueling workout was not the best plan of mine, but I needed to be anywhere away from…

“Why did you run off?” Charlie came running up too, just minutes after me.

‘Oh no. He would see me scarlet face.’ I threw up my hands to shield my face from his eye-line. My feelings would stay hidden. This was not the smartest idea on my part.

“What are you doing?” Charlie probably thought I looked ridiculous. “Hey. Talk to me!”

His hands were holding my hands. ‘No. He’s stronger than me. He’s going to see.’ My hands were instantly brought down to my sides. His hands still held them in place. He was just looking at me in silence.

I couldn’t take this anymore and I decided to look up into his face. But what I saw, I wish I hadn’t looked. He was smirking at me. ‘Agh! He’s probably laughing at me. And here I am thinking his smirk is so cute. Ahhhh! Kill me now!’ I looked away. I tried to free my hands but to no avail he kept my hands prisoners.

“Sarah. Look at me.”

‘Nope. You might be fine with this, but I’m dying inside.’

“Sarah. Just look at me.”

“No.”

“Sarah” Charlie’s voice was pleading but kind.

I had to look. I had never heard Charlie’s voice like this before. I wanted to see the expression that went along with it. I slowly raised my gaze to look at his face. The smirk was gone. Instead I saw a smile. But then Charlie was stepping towards me. I couldn’t move, especially since my hands were still captured. And then…

A kiss. Only for a quick second. But still my first kiss! ‘He kissed me! So it does mean!!!’ I stepped towards him and gave him a kiss too. I wasn’t the same girl as before. I was more daring. I could kiss… ‘I kissed him!?! Why did I just do that. Oh my gosh that was so embarrassing.’

When I looked into Charlie’s eyes that smirk was back. I desperately tried but failed once again to be released from his hold on my hands; I wanted to run away. But instead I was held in place.

“You kissed me back. You know what this means right?”

I could hear the smirk in Charlie’s voice now. “No. What does it mean?” I looked back into Charlie’s eyes confidently. I was not going to cower. I could be brave.

“Your mine.” And Charlie kissed me once again.

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Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 42

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Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 41

CHAPTER 42

Bryan got three days excluded from practice. That didn’t seem like enough of a punishment, but it was enough to have the other upperclassmen behave. Bryan’s right
handed guy, Chad, was actually stepping up in the lane to fill the captain role. I was amazed at what a good swimmer Chad was. With Bryan around he was always staying in
a moderate speed or average effort, but today at practice I was actually struglling to keep up with him in lane two of the A-strings. ‘Right, I forgot, I moved up another lane. I guess you could say I moved up another six spots, now I’m ranked 7th in the A-strings.’

“Okay we are going to mix things up today,” Coach bellowed over the chatter after our last set. Everyone suddenly grew quiet. “I’m only talking to Lanes one, two, and three. Coach, “He yelled down to the assistant coach, “Start those lanes on a set of your choice.” Coach turned back to us, “I want to pair you up with another teammate and you will work with that teammate on one of their weakness. Your mission in this time is to help improve your teammate. We are a team! You should always be trying to help a teammate out; up until, of course, you step on the blocks. Okay now,” Coach glanced down at his clipboard, “Harvey with Jackson, Kyle with Xavior, Manny with David,…” Coach continued to pair people together until he said what I had expected, “Chad with George.”

‘I knew it.‘ I looked at Chad and he didn’t show any emotion. I ducked under the lane line and treaded water just next to where he sat on the wall.

“Okay, now that you have your assigned teammates spread out and discuss your problems,” Coach walked away, back to his chair.

Neither Chad or I moved. I grabbed hold of the wall and hoisted myself up. “So…are you going to start or shall I?”

Chad glanced towards me. Then to Coach, then returned his stare to me. I still saw nothing in his face. But he sighed and shook his head, “Sure. What would you say is
your weeakness? Coach is watching, otherwise I would not be talking to you.”

‘Fair. I didn’t really want to talk to Chad either, but I would show respect.’ “I would say mine would be lung compassity. I’ve had a couple of incidents of passing out after a race.” I saw a flash of surprise on Chad’s face, but it quickly vanished. “What would yours be?”

“I don’t really think I have a weakness. Coach has been telling me to correct my stroke as I sprint, but I’ve yet to figure out what is so wrong,” Chad shrugged.

‘At first I thought he was going to say he didn’t have a weakness because he was perfect. Haha.’ “Okay, climb up on the blocks and sprint a twenty-five,” I stood up
on the deck.

“What? Why?” Chad questioned me, but he still got up and started walking to the blocks.

“You said you don’t know what’s wrong. Let’s see if I can see it. I’ve never been able to correct my swimming when Coach Jones says to figure it out; I always end up
having to ask him what it is,” pulled my cap and goggles off my face. ‘I need to be serious.’

Chad looked at me, but he still climbed the blocks ready for my start.

“Take your mark. Go!”

Chad had a awesome start. He threw his head forward which helped him leaped about one foot farther than I could ever. He was flying. I didn’t know I had such a fast
teammate. His head was positioned correctly, his arms were straight just like how I swim, he had a steady constant kick…what was wrong? But Chad was done with the twenty-five before I could figure it out. I walked over the the panting Chad.

“So?…What do…you…think?” Chad manage to get out.

‘Be honest.’ “I wasn’t able to tell. You swam too quickly for me to figure it out, could you go again?”

Chad pulled himself out of the pool and walked over to where I was standing, “You being smart with me? Are you just going to have me keep swimming as a punishment
for what Bryan did? Huh!?!”

“No. That was not my intention. I just couldn’t see what was wrong in that short amount of time. If you could just swim again I should be able to catch it,” I understood
why he might think that way, but I actually wanted to help him out.

“Whatever,” Chad started to walk away, but stopped dead in his tracks

“So George, did you discover his weakness?” Coach Jones had snuck up behind me. “I saw it once again in that twenty-five.”

“See, I knew you weren’t watching. Just tell me Coach,” Chad was fuming.

“No. I’m sure with one more twenty-five George should be able to discover what you are doing wrong. Tell me George, what did you see?”

“Chad was able to do the head throwing in his start that I’ve been struggling to do these last two years. His arms were straight and look strong as he pulled himself through the water. He had a strong steady kick throughout. But I couldn’t find anything wrong?” It was bugging me that I missed something. ‘What was it?’

Chad had turned towards me. I could see surprise but also, maybe slight approval.

“Those are all good to see, but those are not the culprit. I will give a small hint. It is not in his techniques,” Coach started to walk away. He called over his shoulder, “It’s just a habit.”

‘A habit? Hmmm…’ I looked at Chad. The only way to figure this out would be for him to back up on the blocks.”Come on Chad. Get back up on the blocks,” I started to walk back to the other end. Much to my surprise, Chad passed by me and once again took his stance on the block. “Last one, Chad. Take your marks. Go!” Again he was off.

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Short Story #3

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“Back off! Seriously back off!” I backed up towards….a window! ‘Great, I’m on the second floor. ‘ “BACK OFF!” I couldn’t see it anymore, but I could feel its presence. I felt around myself; looking for anything to defend myself. Anything. “Anything.” My foot slipped on something behind me. I knew that tonight was over. It felt like I watched my body fall into the abyss. Whack! My head made contact and then darkness.

…

‘Oh my head. Pain. Headache. PAIN!’ Then remembering what had happened last night I flashed my eyes open, but instantly regretted that action. Light flooded me. Everything was white. Instead of suffering in the complete emulousness I closed my eyes and attempted to hone in on my other senses. I heard nothing except my heart pounding. At least I knew I was alive. My nose worked, but I wish it didn’t. Whatever the smell was, it must have died. Could I move? I could. My body felt lifeless. My arms lifted easily; I could also wiggle my toes. ‘Okay. Let’s try this again.’ I opened my eyes once again. Light engulfed me. I slowly sat up, and there I sat in a glowing white space. The light bounced around. ‘Was this really where I was last night?’ I was still in a corner, but there was no window. I was still in my clothes from last night. I had the stamp on my wrist from the club last night. But how should I put this…my body was shimmering. Glimmering? Glistening? Whichever it was, it didn’t seem normal.

“Do you understand what is happening?”

‘Where did that voice come from?’ I jumped into a squatted position and tucked myself farther into the corner. “Who said that?” Silence. “Where are you?” Nothing. “Show yourself!?!” ‘Did I really want it to show itself. Was it the same person from last night?’ But if it wanted to fight, I was not going to back down. I threw my hands up into a fighting stance.

“No need for that. Alexandra relax yourself. I’m here to help you transition.” Again just a voice.

“If you are here to help, then show yourself!” ‘Transition?’ “What do you mean transition?”

A blazing being became more focused; they seemed to ooze from the white walls around me. “I’m here to help you transition. If you have any things you wish to bring to a close before your own close, I will help you find closure. Can you think of anything?”

‘Why do they keep saying transition? Bring to a close? My own close? Closure?’ “What are you talking about. I’m fine. I’m moving. I don’t need your help. I’m going back home.” I stood and tried to walk out of the endless room, but the blazing being stopped me. Seriously, my body stopped when the being’s glow moved in my way. “MOVE!”

“Alexandra. You need to keep your composure. I will explain everything in a moment. Can you keep calm?”

I wanted to strangle the glowing being, but sure I can be composed. Only for a moment. “Fine. Sure, Whatever.” I waited…

Suddenly the room that was once bright was full of darkness. I couldn’t see anything. But slowly my eyes accustomed themselves to the darkness. It was the room. It was filthy here. I didn’t notice last night but the floor was shrouded with trash. The wallpaper was torn and jagged. The only reason I could see anything at all, was because the blazing being was still besides me. Its glow was still vibrant amongst the darkness. I saw the window. It had bars on the outside; good thing I didn’t try that last night. I walked towards the window, but then I stumbled. ‘What was that? I pushed myself up, but it was not the floor that my hand pushed on…what am I touching?’ I jumped back! I know I touched something strange. It didn’t stay firm with my hand; it moved beneath me. “Wh…what was that? Show me.”

The being glided to the mass I was next to, until it was hovering next to the….body.

There was a body next to me. A lifeless body. ‘A BODY!’ I felt sick. I had used this body to brace myself. I felt disgusting. ‘Wait. A body.’ I crawled over to the body and checked their pulse. Maybe there was a chance they could be saved. Nothing. I took up the position to begin chest compressions…

“No need for that. Sadly this young woman is gone from this world.”

I got an eerie feeling. ‘Woman? No…’ I didn’t want to but I couldn’t look away. She had a pink top on like me. ‘Just a coincidence.’ She wore a blue jean skirt. ‘Normal for girls to have the same sense in fashion.’ The tiger stamp was also on her wrist. ‘Other people go to clubs. That’s normal.’ But…her face. Her face was my face. ‘My face. This was me. I was lifeless here in the dark alone.’ “How? Why? How?”

“Alexandra,” the glowing being came closer, “I need you to calm yourself.”

I couldn’t I was all sorts of feelings. Disbelief, anger, sadness, chills, confusion, depression. But that didn’t change anything. I needed to calm myself. ‘Just breathe Alex, breathe.’ But my body was not listening. It was shaking, and I don’t think it was going to stop.

“Alexandra. Alex….”

Suddenly arms wrapped me. Somebody was holding me. My body was relaxing. I wanted to look and see who was holding me, but instead I just hugged them harder. I wanted to just stay like this; because then that meant I didn’t have to deal with the problem at hand. But this smell…I knew this smell. It was coming from the person holding me. Looking up, there stood… Jeremiah!?! ‘WHAT!?! Jeremiah. My best friend who passed two years ago. How?’ I pushed him off of me and away. “Who are you?”

“It’s only been two years and you have forgotten me already, Alex?” Jeremiah smiled.

‘That grin. That was the grin that I have missed. How was it him? How was he here?’ Oh, how I have missed him. “Of course I remember you, Jeremiah. I miss you everyday,” my under control body was beginning to tremble again. Tears were forming. “Why are you here now? Where is here? Why did you have to leave me when I needed you most. Why..?” The floodgates opened.

Again Jeremiah hugged the sobbing Alex before him. “Oh, Alex. I’m sorry. It wasn’t my decision to leave either. If I could have stayed, I would have stay with you always. But God had a different plan. Now that I’m thinking about it; I probably needed to be here for you when you needed to transition. He knew that you would have no one. So for once I’m glad that I left this world two years ago. Even though watching you these last two years has been rough. I’ve tried to keep you safe. But some of your decisions have been terrible. Like the one last night. Why did you decide to go off with that scum? You knew that he was bad; why would you do that to yourself?”

I was listening, between my sobs, but I didn’t want to. I just wanted comfort, but all I was getting was a lesson. I knew that guy was bad news. I had planned to expose him, but instead I was cornered. I was killed. ‘Why me?’

“Alex. I’m sorry. Please stop crying. Please,” Jeremiah decided to let the lesson go. The results of her actions was not going to change. “Shhhhh…”

I’ve missed Jeremiah, so much. Life has been so empty without him. I’ve been just going through the motions. Jeremiah had been my only family left. Everyone else had already passed away when I was little. But for these last two years I’ve been reckless. I guess I’ve been trying to leave; ironic. Now that I’ve left; I desperately want to go back.

There are so many things that I haven’t done. Love, kids, life. Looking back I don’t think I would have actually achieved those things. Love: you have to first love yourself; and I don’t think I hated myself, but I was not happy. Kids: you need love first; maybe I should have adopted. I should have adopted! I could have given a different child a home and family. How I wish that could have been me. Life…my life was over. I wonder if I was able to continue, if I could have changed my life path. Now that I know what I know now, I would have tried.

“Jeremiah. What happens now?” Instead of looking at what could have been; I should just start fresh now.

Jeremiah still held Alex close. “Now you transition. God has given you the chance to give yourself closure or to give your chance to another person alive today. After that we go on. You live once again; just in a new way. A better way.” Jeremiah pulled away from Alex, “You ready?”

‘Was I ready? What else could I do?’ “I’m ready. And I know just what I want to do.”

…Down On Earth…

“Sister Mary? Do you know an Alexandra Mitchell?”

“No. I don’t believe I do,” Sister Lucy came over to look at the card. “Whomever she is, she is a God send. Look at this donation. With this, we can help so many of our kids.”

Sister Mary looked out at the kids running around outside, “You have a special guardian angel watching over you all. She has given you a chance at a better life. Bless you, Miss Alexandra.”

The End

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Short Story #2

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July 16, 2018

“I’m pregnant!” I told my fiancé excitedly. We were already getting married. ‘Yes, when I saw the positive I was slightly disappointed in myself because I didn’t wait; but that went away when I realized I was going to be a mom.’

Silence. All I got was silence.

“Did you hear me? We are going to have a baby. You are going to be a dad! Aren’t you excited?”

“Are you sure it’s mine?”

First slap in the face.

“Yes. Of course, it’s yours. You know me. I’m not that type of person.” ‘What was he saying? Of course, it was his kid. I can even tell you when it happened. It wasn’t an actual grand memory. He got drunk and “forced” but I didn’t stop him. So, I wanted to, but I was trying to wait until marriage; but things happen when you are in the moment. But it was still my first time, and I have been faithful since. ‘ “Why are you reacting this way? We were going to have kids in the future. It’s just a couple months early.”

“To be honest, I was going to have kids, but just not your kids.”

Second Slap.

‘I couldn’t speak. What!?! Not my kids? Than whose kids?’ “What!?! I don’t understand you at all? If not our kids; than whose?”

“Julissa’s. She’s hot. Our kids will be hot too. If I’m going to bring kids into the world, I want them to be top notch. Our kids would be average. Sure, they might be intelligent, but intelligence only gets you so far in the world. As you know, eventually a smart person has to marry an attractive or wealthy person to stay relevant. I thought you understood your role in our life. You are just a placement to make my parents happy.”

Third slap to the face.

‘At least the truth came out now. Can you imagine if this pregnancy hadn’t happened. If I had just continued to live on cloud nine. What would have happened after we had gotten married. He probably would have lived elsewhere and left me alone. I wanted to hurt him. I had given him six years of my youth. I’m now twenty-one years old. Pregnant with a child that my fiancé doesn’t actually want. “Why wouldn’t you tell me this before. You could have married the one you wanted to. What am I supposed to do now?”

“Just go get it taken care of.”

Fourth slap to the face.

‘Not going to happen. Was he always this person?’ “Well, that’s not going to happen. What is your back-up idea?” ‘Even if he didn’t want my kids; I wanted them. So as much as I feared his reply; giving up on my child was not an option.’

“Handle it. Or I will.”

I saw something in his eyes as he said those words. It terrified me. ‘Was he always this way?’ I said nothing. I feared what he might do to me. I texted my sister to come pick me up. Her reply said ten minutes. That was too long. I didn’t think I could sit here with this man another second. I feared for my child’s life. There was a group of men sitting across the hall. I know it was reckless, but I got up from my seat and wandered over to their table. “Can I sit with you all for ten minutes?”

They all went silent and just stared at me.

I could feel John behind me starting to stir and come my way. ‘Please! Help me!’ I silently screamed in my head! I jumped as a hand touched my shoulder. I turned in fear expecting to see it was John, but instead it was a guy with sandy blonde hair. He smiled at me.

“Sure. No problem at all. Take my seat. I’ll grab another chair.”

The new man walked off, just after he positioned me in his seat. I relaxed a smidge. Until a hand grabbed my shoulder and dug his fingers into my skin. I tried to get away, but it was pointless. I was being lifted from my chair, by my shoulder. I was about to stand when the sandy haired man was once again beside me.

He lifted John’s hand from my shoulder. “Do you have a problem?” This new man stood between me and John. I felt protected.

“I don’t know why she came over here, but my fiancé and I are leaving. Get up, Cassie.” He reached towards me once again.

I shrank away. I didn’t want that hand to touch me again. I don’t know what would happen if I left with him.

Instead of me, the sandy haired man’s hand intercepted John’s arm. “I think you guys need some time apart to think. Cassie, doesn’t seem to want to be around you right now. How about this. She can hang out with us until someone else comes to pick her up. We,” he gestured to the men around the table, “are all upstanding citizens. Your fiancé will not be harmed in our company. But I insist you retract your hand and leave.”

‘Would he leave? Would he go? I have never seen John listen to anyone especially a stranger.’ But I still sat there behind the sandy haired man and cowered into a smaller person; trying to hide myself from John.

“Cassie. If you do not leave with me now. We are through.”

‘Really!?! So, if I don’t say anything he will end this awful relationship. Will it really be that easy. I could be free of John by just staying quiet!?!’ I said nothing.

“I mean it!” John practically screamed at me.

Still silent. ‘Just go John. Leave! I don’t want this relationship any more than you do. LEAVE!’

I still sat there. Cowering. I was worried a hand would latch onto me again. And drag me away into darkness. ‘Go away. Go away. Please, go away.’ A hand touched my shoulder, and I yelped and jumped up out of my chair and away from the hand. I was going to fight if I needed to.

“Miss. Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you,” the sandy haired man was speaking to me.

I relaxed. But then I started to sob. I collapsed onto the floor. My body finally let go of everything. I just sat there wallowing in my own sadness. Until I felt my body being lifted and onto a chair. A jacket was draped over my bended legs. A comforting arm was around my shoulders. And a slowly soft pat from a warm hand on my shoulder. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know how long I sat there. I don’t know anything. All I knew was I was going to raise this baby. And this baby would be loved. And the best thing I’ve ever done, is separate my child from the evil man I almost married.

March 17, 2024

Present

‘Why am I here. I don’t know why me, a single mom is at a St. Patrick group dating thing. I know why, my sister dragged me along. She said something like I needed to experience and be around adults. I don’t know why. I’m perfectly happy being around my son. He’s all anyone would need. I already miss him.’

As if my sister knew what I was doing, she swiped my phone from me. “No. You are not a mom tonight. You are my kick-butt sister that deserves someone to love her unconditionally like her son does. There has to be a guy out there in the world that is your actual match. Not the butthead.”

I know. I know. I deserve more. She has been saying this since that day at that restaurant. I was completely out of it that night. I remember the fear, but also sandy blonde hair. I never knew his name, but I will always be grateful to him. He probably saved my son’s and my own life that night. But when Sarah had showed up, her top priority was to get me safely in the car. Sandy blonde haired man carried me to the car, placed me on the seat, and buckled me in. But his words are still with me.

“You deserve better. Be thankful God blessed you with a child. A child is the greatest gift to receive. Focus on the good. You will be a great mom.”

I actually have that painted as a sign in my home. It reminds me every day of what choice I made five years ago. But it also reminds me, that I made the right choice that night.

However, here I sat at a table full of women and men. I felt so socially awkward. I haven’t truly been out in public, at night, in almost six years. Raising a son is difficult; but I didn’t do it alone. My family helped me. It took some time for my father to accept it, but I think when he held his grandson for the first time; all his anger melted away. I should say the anger towards me melted. Everyone will forever hate John. ‘Wow, that’s the first time I’ve said his actually name in a long time. His new name is butthead. But he hasn’t really been spoken of, since Micheal James was born. I named my son after my dad and brother. Focus, Cassie. Focus. You are with people. Adult people. Spacing out will not look good. Focus.’

I focused back into where I was. I was sitting at a long table. Women on one side, men on the other. I think this is actually speed dating. That’s somewhat better. Usually, I can only hold an adult conversation for about five minutes before I switch to children’s topics. And from a few past experiences I discovered that men do not like women who have kids; or can’t hold a grown-up conversation. I wonder if Sarah knew all this and chose this group speed dating on purpose. Probably. She’s a great sister.

“Alright Ladies and Gentlemen!” The hostess called out into the room. The room of people quieted. “You all know how this goes. You have five minutes to talk to the man or woman in front of you. Spend the time wisely. You also have a sheet in front of you. You will mark the people you think you meshed well with, and at the end we will see if any of you matched. Please do not mark everyone listed on your page. Your page will not be calculated. Now, let the dating begin!”

The night was not a total failure yet. I learned several new things. That there are quite a few single people out there that have children. Men and women. But I also learned new and interesting hobbies people have. One man did exercise, another reading, another dancing, another skydiving, etc. Several “hobbies” seemed like just alone time for a parent, but I guess reading can be a hobby. At the break my sister explained that it just an ice breaker; asking what your hobbies are. It helps keep the conversation going if the talking slows. That makes sense; however, I do so much in a day, that I try to only have a few needed conversations. That most of my talking is spent with my son.

This so far has been an interesting experience, but my sheet was still blank. I didn’t find “the spark” that the hostess had mentioned with anyone. She had said you would just know. But I don’t trust my “knowing” feeling. I knew the feeling. It was what I had felt with John. And obviously it was a lie. It was probably just loneliness speaking. But I can’t trust that feeling. Never again. Now that I know that; I should probably just leave. I’m probably wasting the time of these other men who are trying to find someone. I would like to find someone, but I don’t know if I’m ready yet.

The break was almost over. I knew it was not my night and I needed to leave. I looked at my sister. She looked at me, and I pleaded with her silently. She understood because she got up from her chair and handed me my phone. “I’m sorry, Sarah. I just think…”

“I totally understand. I just wanted you to try. Just don’t give up. You should always leave your heart open for a chance. Just don’t shut your heart. God can only help so much; you have to be open to the idea.”

I hugged her. She knew me. She knew what I was thinking even if I couldn’t put it into words. “Thanks Sis. I will. I’ll just go sit at the bar. I’ll wait for you.” I gathered up my belongings. I took my sheet up to the hostess and explained my situation. She seemed frustrated but still allowed me to cancel my spot. This is better for everyone. I wouldn’t want the men to risk everything on me. They deserve happiness too. I headed to the bar just as the bell clanged starting up round two.

I wish I had just gotten a cab home. I didn’t realize that the speed dating would go until midnight. It was only eleven o’clock. I still had an hour for it to be done, but also probably another twenty minutes of the results being handed out and the chit chat that happens after.

No one was sitting around me. I decided to call my little man. He was probably still wide awake at my parents’ house. He loves his grandparents. I called my mom through facetime. A groggy woman answered the phone. “I’m sorry mom. I didn’t think you would be asleep yet. Is Michael still awake?”

“Hmm…let me see,” mom dropped the phone to her side. I know because I was seeing their house upside-down. “He is sleeping with your dad on the couch,” she turned the camera to show me a sweet sight.

My dad was passed out amongst books and toys; and my son was sleeping on his chest. They both were snoring little snores. ‘So cute!’ That’s good. I’m happy they had a great night together. I miss living with them. “Thanks mom. Sorry I woke you. You can go back to sleep.”

“Okay. Thanks sweetie. How’s it going? Did you meet anyone?”

“No. I don’t think I’m ready yet. I didn’t want to give these other fellows false hope. So, I’m just waiting for Sarah at the bar.”

My mom’s face got really close to the camera, “You sure? Then who is the man behind you? He’s handsome. I approve my sweet daughter. Goodnight.” And she hung up.

‘Man behind me?’ I turned on my stool and indeed there stood a man. And yes, he was handsome. But maybe I was in his way. “Do you need something behind me,” I scooted off my stool to allow him to get to whatever he needed. But he didn’t move. He just looked at me. At me. Like AT ME! I tried to walk away. I don’t know why but being looked at like that made me uneasy. But then a hand stopped me. I turned and looked at the hand; it belonged to the man. But the touch didn’t disturb me; like others had. His touch was soft and warm. Like… ‘WAIT!’ I searched his face again. But all I remembered from that night was sandy blonde hair; and this man had dark brown hair. He was handsome, but other than the touch he wasn’t familiar. “Can I help you? Did you mistake me for someone else?”

His hand dropped. “You don’t remember me?” His eyes spoke with sadness. “I thought…”

“If I met you in the past I’m sorry. I’ve had a busy six years raising my son.” ‘Usually that statement ends conversations with handsome men.’

“You had your kid. That’s awesome! That’s a relief. All those years or wondering if you had or not.”

‘Huh?’ “Do you know me?” I looked at him again, but nothing jumped out at me.

“Yeah. I met you about six years ago. I guess I’m not the memorable type. I thought you would at least remember how I had helped you that day,” he brushed his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry to bother you, Miss.” And he turned to go.

‘Wait!’ I grabbed his arm this time. “Say that again.” I probably seemed crazy.

“What?” the man had stopped but he yanked his arm away from me.

“What you just said. Please say it again.”

“I thought you would remember me.”

“After that.”

“I’m sorry to bother you.” He started to walk away.

“NO! The Miss. Please say Miss again.”

“Miss. Why just that part?”

“Please, just say it. Just like you did before.”

He sighed. He shook his head but still he said, “I’m sorry to have bothered you, Miss.”

It was him. I knew it was. I don’t know why or how, but I walked right up to him and kissed him. I kissed him. ‘I’m kissing him!?!’ I stepped away from him covering my mouth. “I’m sorry. I…I… I’m…” He was stunned. I was flabbergasted. Then it was turning into embarrassment. I had to get out of there. I tried to rush away. But that hand stopped me. I knew his touch. It was him. But kissing him was not the right first step. I couldn’t turn to look at him. I could feel the red creeping up.

“Look at me,” he said.

I couldn’t. But I did turn in his direction. He deserved to speak to me however he wanted.

“Miss look at me.”

‘No. He would see the red.’

“Miss. Please,” his voice was just like that night.

I couldn’t help but respond. I looked up. I knew my face was bright red. He just stared at me. “What…” I couldn’t finish my thought, because he kissed me back.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.

Turns out Gregory (sandy haired man) had been looking for Cassie since that night he saved her from John. But with no such luck he gave up. Until he got a call from one of his buddies at the speed dating; that friend had been at the table that night eight years ago. He recognized Cassie from that night, and he instantly called Gregory to come and get his girl. However, when Gregory had gotten to the restaurant his buddy told him that his girl left. But that she had walked over to the direction of the bar. If anything, his buddy would hunt down the girl that Cassie had been talking to; Gregory’s girl would not disappear again.

Gregory walked into the bar area and saw her. She was facetiming someone. It had better not be a boyfriend or husband; but she had been at the speed dating. Gregory decided to face it head on. No, she was talking to her mom it seemed like. Good, there’s a chance she is single.

But then Cassie didn’t recognize him. His world came crashing down. She didn’t remember him. Not super surprising; he had dyed his hair and grown up. But he had hoped she would have remembered him at least a little.

Then to add salt to the wound she asked to repeat myself. She really was good at killing a possibility completely.

But then she was kissing me. ME! Wait what? She stopped. She pulled away and tried to run. Not going to happen. I caught her and pulled her in to return the favor. She was my girl, and she would be my girl until the end.

.-.-.-.-.

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Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 41

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Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 40

CHAPTER 41

I fell to my bed. My last class just finished and I was trying to catch some sleep before afternoon practice. I need to excel in something today, and swimming is my
best option. I didn’t know that college was going to be this hard. Now I understand why the orientation speaker said that grades would fluctuate, because mine have.
It’s only been 9 days of school and I already feel behind in my academic classes. Plus with the whole stupidity of the upperclassmen. ‘Man. Why can’t they just leave me alone.’ I had my eyes closed only for maybe five minutes when there was a sudden knock, and the door opened. I sat up expecting Jeremy or Timothy, only to have Coach Jones standing in my doorway. I bolted up into a standing position. “Coach Jones?”

“No need to be nervous. Sit back down,” Coach left the door propped open and sat down in Jeremy’s desk chair. “Can we talk a minute?”

“Sure,” I sat on the edge of my bed and gave Coach my full attention. “What’s up Coach?”

“Well…I heard about what happened today in the courtyard, but first I want to ask how its been going? Are you managing?”

‘I knew Coach would hear about what happened today, but it seemed like he wasn’t mad about it.’ “I’m trying to manage. College is more difficult than I had expected.
Mostly the morning practices with homework. Physics homework has always been easy to me, but I’ve been struggling to finish. But I should be able to get a handle on things after a few more days.” ‘I didn’t know if that last part was true or not, but I knew it had to be. If I couldn’t figure things out then something would have to give; and swimming was not an option.’

Coach Jones didn’t speak at first, “Hmmm, I was hoping you would tell me you were fine, because I had hope to move you to a new room right after the mock meet in three
days. But Now that I’m hearing this…”

“No, Coach,” I interrupted him. “If you want me to move, I’ll move. Everything is going to work itself out. I won’t let anything hinder my swimming.”

Coach held up a hand, “Don’t worry about that George. I know swimming is still your top priority; I was just more concerned with your lack of sleep. You are trying to figure this out, and if I move you to a new room you would have a new added stress of fitting in with your roommates.” Coach looked around the room. “I will say though. For you having a tough time in college your area is quite in order. No one would know you are having a tough time. His eyes landed on the bed next to mine, “And this is?”

I laughed, “That’s Jeremy’s, of course.” It was a tangled up mess.

Coach Jones shook his head and chuckled. The smile on his face disappeared and he again turned his attention back to mine. “About what happened today, I was surprised at your role in it.”

‘I was surprised as well; what did he mean my role?’

My face must have revealed my thoughts, because Coach Jones held up a hand, “No need to answer. I’m not accusing you of starting things or anything. I was just surprised and your reaction. That you actually retaliated.”

“I shoved him away. I didn’t think that was such a bad response.”

“No. After seeing the footage from a security camera, I was proud you didn’t swing at Bryan. But you should have not done anything. I don’t know if you know this, but
you have a reputation at this school. From your time swimming for me the last two years you are seen as a leader. Racing Kevin the first day of practice, hardworking
and determined. What happened at the cafrateria with Bryan, Brave and strong. But then now today, quick but short tempered.”

I tried to interrupt, but Coach Jones stopped me.

“George,” Coach Jones grabbed the back of his neck,”I know that Bryan has become a problem. There will be repercussions for his actions today, but it is his last year, thankfully.” Coach looked me in the eye, “I hope you can be the change for this school; at least a change for the swimming team. If you can survive this school year without
any incidents I would really wish for you to be the captain on this team next year. You have the skills in the pool to be the captain, but you must use this year to gain the respect from your teammates. All of them. Bryan, may be a lost cause but his buddies were not always followers. The quality of athlete has diminished these last few years. Can I count on you to be a leader of the team?”

‘Wow. I didn’t realize that I was truly leadership material. I know I have been captain before, but I thought I would be on the lower list of candidates for about two
years.’ Looking up into Coach Jones questioning face I knew I needed to step up. That I needed to be the athlete that Coach needed. “Yes Coach. You can count on me
to fill that role.”

“With that said, maybe I should leave you to it; get some rest before practice tonight,” Coach Jones got up from the chair and walked back to the door.

“Coach,” I stood by the edge of my bed, “I am sorry for not being able to keep my composure this afternoon. I will work on it.”

“I know you will. You will be one of the greats. In and out of the pool,” with that Coach exited the room and closed the door behind himself.

‘I really need to work hard this year to be the person and athlete that Coach needs.’ I relaxed back onto my sheets. I’ll rest for maybe thirty minutes and then I’ll get some homework done now; maybe that will make college easier.

…

Adventures, Creativity, Life As A Mama, Reflections

Strange Thought Today…

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I feel like I wasted a few hours binge watching a show. It was a current modern show. About a girl finding love young. 16. And she made so many mistakes. I don’t know if it’s because I’m older, or I was 16 once, but I couldn’t enjoy the show. That as I watched it I was hoping she would change. But she kept making mistakes.

And then when she was at the crossroads moment; she calls her mom for advice and her mom says, “I want you to have several loves before settling on the one”…wow. The mom could have done some good parenting and helped her daughter, but instead gave her the worst advice. My advice would have been, “don’t decide anything now. You are still young. Just leave it alone and just live life dating free, until you figure out who you are and what you want.”

Is that so difficult. Maybe I’m naive. I know I didn’t listen to my mom’s advice when I was 16. But as a mama now, I would tell my daughter the deep hard stuff. Even if all she wants is a pat on the back. Because to me that’s not good parenting.

When I started the show I had this thought. “Maybe I’ll use this show as an example to my daughter in the future.” Show her that you don’t need to date at 16. That it is better to wait. I wish I had. I wish my husband had been my first love. He was my first real true love.

But that thought is gone. As the show continued the girl kept going against my views on life. Now it just makes me worried about the future. But I have to trust that my husband and I will continue to do good parenting. That my daughter will know what is important in life.

Also for my son. The boys in the show were not the greatest. But they too didn’t have great parenting. I want to parent my son so that he knows how to treat women in his future.

I’m terrified of them growing up. Also them growing up in today’s world. The world is going crazy! But I will continue to educate my kiddos on morals and character.

But I have a piece of hope for them. My kiddos are strong-willed, stubborn, intelligent, but still warm with love. And I hope they continue to be that way. Because they will not be bullied into changing their points of views. I know that may come back to bite me, but I want them prepared for whatever their world will look like.

This is just a worried mama post. Haha! Enjoy your weekend. I’m going to be staying away from new shows. They always disappoint me. This was the first new thing I’ve watched since 2017. That was the last time I saw a movie in a theater. I’ll just stick to what I like and watch the same things over and over again.

Another random question to think about. I saw a short video on someone asking this question. “What was the last movie you saw in theaters that the entire audience applauded?”I can only remember 2 movies; they left a strong impression on me. Spoilers.

#1 Star Wars: The Last Jedi. The moment Luke Skywalker dusts off his shoulder. That moment was epic. The audience erupted!! It was a moment to remember. This was the last movie I saw at a theater.

#2 Harry Potter: The Deathly Hallows Part 2. The audience erupted at the start. I went opening night. It was amazing!! But then also when He Who Must Not Be Named (trying to not spoil) died. The moment it happened everyone screamed or WHOO! at the screen. Again epic!

But that is the last time I remember it happened. As you read in a previous post I like a wide range of movies. But it’s been a while since I was wowed!!

Just think to yourself. What was yours??

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Short Story #1

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To the guy who may come looking for me, no matter how long it takes.

.-.-.

Ashley

It was summer. I was thousands of miles away from home. My mom had planned my summer to be spent as a exchange student. I had asked her, about this is previous years, but she was never willing. Always saying something like, “I can’t send my baby across the US.” But for some reason this year I was allowed.

I’m now 18 years old. Which I guess I’m happy she had me wait until now. Traveling the distance might have been impossible a couple years ago. But I made it and I’ve been here about a month.

The family is great. They really are. The mom reminds me so much of my mom. Except I call her Mrs. Stevens, not mom. The kids are also great. There is Vanessa; she is 15 years old. She’s always gushing over boys. There is Michael; he is 17 years old. It’s nice to have someone close to my own age. Except we have nothing in common. He is into so many things; where as, I’ve been living a very quiet life. Just painting and reading. I don’t know where all my energy had gone these last few years. But then there is Daniel. He is 21 years old. He goes out most nights. But when I do get to talk to him he is a great guy. I would have liked to have him as an older brother.

But that’s it. I guess Mr. Stevens. He is a great man too. ‘This whole family is great’ But Mr. Stevens was a great person. He just worked a lot. I occasionally got to see him; if he got to come home early. Which was not often. But my mom picked the greatest home for me to visit. I hope I can come stay with them again in the future.

It’s just my mom, and my two younger siblings back home. I love them, but I would have loved to have a sibling close to my age growing up. This family is so close.

Today was Tuesday. Nothing special planned today. Instead, I did my daily inspiration book. My mom got it for me, just before I left. She said it might help me be adventurous and explore life. It was a strange gift to get from my mom; she has been telling me the past two years to be sheltered through life. But I actually enjoy the book. I’ve been going through it this last month. Today’s title read, “Do a brave thing today!” The entry was pretty much as you can imagine. Do something out of your comfort zone. Seize the day! Take the initiative. ‘So be the opposite of myself.’ I think this might be the first entry I don’t attempt.

But I should have known. The moment I finished, the front door swung open. And a guy about Daniels age walked through the door. ‘Wow.’ He was so gorgeous. I’ve never seen anyone like him before. Before he caught my gaping mouth I composed myself. I gathered up my books from the dinning room table and started towards my room.

“Ashley,” Daniel called out to me as he walked through the front door, “you don’t have to leave. You can stay and meet my friends.”

I just realized that a large group of guys stood in the living room. I nodded my head to each of the guys, and then I came to the guy that made my heart flutter. He had sandy blond hair. Tanned skin. He looked strong, but not huge. he had the greenest eyes ever. ‘I’ll probably draw him if I get the chance.’ But I must have been staring to long at him, because a smirk formed on his mouth.

I turned back towards Daniel, “You sure. I can always head back to my room. I don’t want to be in your way.”

“Do you guys mind if Ashley hangs out with us for the day?” He almost yelled towards the group behind him.

A loud chorus, “No!” Rang back.

I laughed. I nodded and placed my books on the table behind me. I began getting some beverages from the fridge. I wasn’t part of this family, but I felt like this was something to do.

But I had a feeling…like something was waiting for me when I turned around. I place the red solo cups and juices on the island; I poured myself a cup of lemonade. I turned and there he was standing where he had been before. He was talking to one of the other guys. But he looked in my direction; he quickly looked away like I had caught him. ‘That must have been the feeling.’ I smirked to myself. I carried my lemonade with me and walked past the guy with the greenest eyes. I walked over to Daniel. But that feeling was still there. ‘He must be watching me.’ I didn’t look again. I had no chance with someone like him.

I was introduced to most of the guys. They were all really cool. A group of friends I wish I had at school or in my neighborhood. Thankfully I wasn’t introduced to green eyes; I don’t know if I would have been able to stay composed. I’ve never been one to gush; I’ve never had this feeling before. My quiet life was that, quiet.

But the day was great day. I spent most of it with the guys. We played board games, watched a movie, played video games, they asked me questions about Maine. Mostly told them it’s the complete opposite of California.

But that feeling had been there throughout the day. I would feel it, and then it would be gone. Once I peeked over my shoulder and those green eyes locked with mine. I didn’t want to make it weird, so I smiled back, nodded, and returned back to my conversation. I had peeked over my shoulder once more, and green eyes had a smirk in his mouth as he spoke to the guy beside him. I smiled too and returned back to the conversation around me.

Well the day continued and several of the guys dissipated. But then dinner time came rolling around, and it was a mass exodus. I waved goodbye to the guys as each one left. Some called out to me as the left, “Maybe we’ll come visit you in Maine!”

I laughed. That would be fun, but probably not going to happen. I just smiled and waved them out the door. The last one pulled the door closed behind him. I hadn’t seen green eyes leave, but he must have snuck out of the house throughout the day. The feeling had been gone a while. I was sad to say the least, but I was happy that I hadn’t made a fool of myself.

Just then Mrs. Stevens rushed through the door layered up with groceries.

“Mrs…” I rushed over to help her.

“More in the car…!” Mrs. Steven’s huffed out as she continued to the island.

I nodded and went outside to grab some of the groceries from her car. There was only four bags left. ‘Haha! Why did Mrs. Stevens always carry all the bags.’ But I too decided to do the same thing. I gathered up the four bags onto my wrists and hands. They were maybe a smidge too heavy for me. But I was going to try. I placed them on the ground and pushed the button to close the hatch. I scooped up the bags just as a hand reached out and grabbed onto my hand. I yanked my hand away startled only to see the hand belonged to the green eyed guy from before.

“Hi. I never formally introduced myself earlier,” he grabbed three of the bags from my hands. “I’m Andrew.” And he turned and walked back to the house.

I stood there a moment. ‘Huh? Wait what?’ I started towards the front door. ‘Well I’m sure I failed that idea of being composed.’ I walked back through the front door and it was confirmed. Andrew had a huge grin on his face, and as I walked inside his eyes sparkled for a moment and he smirked in my direction. ‘Oh. Kill me now. Definitely a fail.’

Dinner was great. Mrs. Stevens made delicious burgers. Definitely a recipe I want to try when I go back home. ‘Home. I didn’t want to leave in two months.’ I wanted to stay longer. I wanted to…. ‘Be honest. You want to stay to get to know Andrew.’ And that was definitely the truth. I know I shouldn’t have, but I was already, and totally into him. I shouldn’t. Because I would be leaving. I didn’t want my first relationship to only last two months. I wanted my first one to be my last one. But that wasn’t going to be possible with him.

I don’t know why I was thinking these things. I didn’t even know him. He probably had a girlfriend. But then that question was answered for me by Daniel. He had asked if Andrew was dating anyone, and Andrew answered with a no; that he hadn’t found a special one to start anything with. ‘Well that’s at least promising. No! Stopping thinking about it. It’s not a possibility!’ I started to feel dizzy. I excused myself from the table. I headed towards the bathroom and it started. My nose was pouring blood again. This hasn’t happened since I left for this trip, but this was nothing new. I held my hand under my nose as I rushed to the bathroom.

It wasn’t stopping. I continued to shove toilet paper into my nose hoping to stuffer the blood.

A knock on the door startled me, “Yes?” I croaked out.

“Honey,” it was Mrs. Stevens, “you okay in there? You’ve been gone about 10min. Can you let me in?”

I really didn’t want to. I didn’t want her to worry. But also because it look like a murder happened in her bathroom. I had smeared blood all over the floor and what looked like a blood stained sink. But I knew she would be more worried.

I walked over and cracked the door open. She came in through the crack in the door and gasped. But I gasped as I locked eyes with Andrew. Who also stood in the hallway. I broke contact with him and closed the door. ‘I hope this door is sound proof.’ As I turned back around to face Mrs. Stevens anger, but I found her cleaning up all the blood. She wasn’t speaking. Just cleaning. ‘I must be in trouble.’ I tried to help her, but instead she sat me down on the bath tub edge and continued to clean. ‘Probably for the best. I don’t know how much help I would be. I was still dizzy. The travel time must have had a late response.’

Finally it felt like the bleeding stopped. I removed the toilet paper from my nose and washed my face. I had blood smeared on my upper lip. Mrs. Stevens had also finished up the cleaning and had taken and small container from a cabinet. She opened it and rubbed some of the contents on my face. It smelled divine. I felt refreshed. I didn’t want to but I looked up into Mrs. Stevens face. She tried to hide concern but I saw it. I reassured I was fine, and not to worry. But I knew she was worried. She kissed me on the forehead and left me in the clean bathroom.

I looked at myself once more in the mirror, but then I felt that feeling. I turned to find Andrew still leaning against the wall in the hallway. I gasped. And he must have heard it, because his eyes found mine. Concern filled those green eyes. I missed the smirk. I nodded to him, and tried to walk by him. Instead I tripped on my own feet and fell into his arms. ‘Great. Perfect…’ I could feel my face growing warmer. I tried to pry myself out of his arms, but it seemed like my legs were not going to hold me. I slumped more into his arms.

“I know this must seem weird to you. But can I stay here a moment. My feet are fighting against me,” I know it sounded like a stupid excuse, but it was honest at least.

The smirk returned to Andrew’s eyes. But with his nose inches from mine he nodded. He just held me, in silence. I half falling, half stood there listening to his breathing and my own heart.

He broke the silence with a chuckle, “Your dad should be worried about his daughter. Only eighteen and already hugging guys in a hallway,” he smirked again, but still held me.

I’m sure my face reddened. But I don’t know what came over me. I looked up into Andrew’s eyes. Those green eyes and pulled his collar downwards with my hands. And I kissed him. I kissed him. Initially his body stiffened, but it slowly began to relax. My body did the opposite. My body stiffened. I realize what I had just done. I pulled away from Andrew. I don’t know how my legs were working. I didn’t know if they were actually working or not. But I pushed away from him. He looked confused and startled. I couldn’t blame him. I was too. I tried to smile, but instead I just left him there. I was so embarrassed. That was my first kiss. Probably not his. ‘I don’t know.’ All I did know was I needed to get to my room. After what just happened I don’t think I would be able to face anyone. And that’s just what I did. I walked quickly to my room; laid face-down in my bed, and wallowed in my embarrassment. I don’t know when I fell asleep, but I did thankfully.

The next morning I woke up realizing what I had done. I had kissed him. My first kiss was used on a guy that I knew I wasn’t going to end up with. Which really hurt; I wanted to have a one and done experience with love. But what was worse is when I came to breakfast. Mrs. Stevens was standing there with a melancholy look. ‘Did she know what I did last night? Was she sending me home?’

“Good morning, Mrs. Stevens,” I began to gather breakfast makings.

“Honey. I need you to stop and come sit with me a moment.” She gestured to the chair across from her.

‘This can’t be good.’

.-.-. 2 years later.-.-.

Andrew

I shouldn’t complain. My life has been great. I know other guys that have struggled to get through college. But for me it was a breeze. Instead for me the dating life was non existent. I’m not trying to come off cocky, but I know I’m pretty good looking. When girls stop and gape at you as you walk by I’m sure that means I’m doing okay in that department. But why is it I can’t find anyone. Everyone I’ve come into contact with can’t compare to her.

I know I should have gone after her that day she left me shocked in the hallway, but I couldn’t move that day. She had kissed me. I had expected something, but not that progressive action. I didn’t want to admit it, back then, but that was a a great kiss. It must have been because anytime a girl tried to kiss me, in the past two years, I would back away.

But the kiss must have embarrassed her so much that she left the next day. Because I came back the next day to discuss things with her and Mrs. Stevens had told me she had to suddenly go back home. So for two years I went through college life waiting for the chance to go see her. I had heard nothing from her. I had hoped she might send letters to the Stevens’ but it seemed like she just fell off the planet.

But now was my chance. Before I started my job, I decided I would travel to Maine to talk to the girl who ruined my college experience. Ashley.

I had gotten the address from Daniel, who I assume had gotten it from Ashley at some point in her stay. I don’t know why I didn’t think to send a letter first. But that seemed too desperate; especially since she made no attempt to contact me. I’d talk to her when I saw her.

I walked up to the front door of a little blue house. I remember hearing Ashley talk about it that day. I knocked on the front door and waited. I heard a little putter patter walk up to the door. There stood a kid maybe eight years old. She looked like she had been crying for days; her face was splotchy red. She was wearing dark clothes.

‘What does a child have to be sad about?’ “Hello! I’m looking for Ashley. Could you tell her I’m here to see her. My name is Andrew.” That must have been the wrong thing to say because the tears started again. She just stood there wailing. I crouched down trying to comfort her. She pulled away from me, and ran away screaming.

I just stood there confused again. ‘The girls in this family are similar.’ I just waited. But then suddenly a woman, probably Ashley’s mom came to door. And just stood there staring at me. “Hello ma’am. I’m a friend of Ashley’s from California. I was hoping to speak with her.” Again that must have been the wrong thing to say because she began to cry silently. “Ma’ma?” I stepped towards her.

She held up a hand to stop me. “Wait a moment,” she walked away from the opening of the door and came back with an envelope in her hand. “This is yours,” she handed me a rather thick yellow envelope. “I’ll find the other thing. I’ll place it on the porch. I’m sorry I’m not more hospitable. But I need to say goodbye for now. I’m not quite able to function yet. Safe travels home,” and she closed the door.

I stood on the porch alone with the envelope. ‘I’m getting a bad feeling.’ I sat down on the steps I had just walked up. I finally looked at the envelope. It was addressed as: To The Guy That May Come Looking For Me, No Matter How Long It Takes.

.-.-.-.

To Andrew.

You are probably wondering what’s going on. Why did the people you just talked to kept crying. Well as you probably guess, I’m in heaven now. I went back and worth wondering if I should write this letter. But I thought you deserved some answers after I abruptly left that day. I would have wanted answers if our roles had been reversed. So here we go.

I didn’t know any of this until I was suddenly whisked back to Maine after that day. But after that day my life completely changed and so much started to make sense. Why I lived a sheltered life. Why I didn’t have as much energy. Why I had nose bleeds all the time.

I was sick. I had cancer. But my mom decided to keep it from me. She thought I should just live out the rest of my life care-free. That the cancer couldn’t be cured; that I was going to die early. But that I should live every moment to the fullest. And I’m so happy she did, because if I had know sooner I think I would have gone sooner. But I didn’t. And she sent me on a grand adventure to California. Only Mrs. Stevens knew about my condition. Which is why I left the next day; she had called my mom and in a panic they sent me home.

I want you to know. I’m so happy you were there that day. That I got to experience my only love. That I know it is selfish, but I’m happy you were my first and only kiss. Again I didn’t know anything that night. I didn’t know I would never see you again. I didn’t know I was starting something I couldn’t finish. I’m so sorry for that. I didn’t know if I meant anything to you or not. And I couldn’t bring myself to string you along with letters; when I knew there was no chance for us. Part of me hoped I meant something to you, but also I had hoped you had moved past that day.

So with this letter I wanted to explain myself. That I wished everyday that my cancer could be cured and I could go back to you. But I knew that was not possible. By the time I got home I declined so much that I was kept in my room. Then just my bed. Then… So instead I switched my wish. I prayed to God that you would have a life filled with joy, hopes, and love. Yes love. You deserve everything. I hope you can find that girl that makes you steal glances at her. Or makes you smirk because she is gaping at you. Or makes you stunned by a kiss. Wait for her. I prayed that you would find her. She will come.

After all this. I hope you can do a favor for me. My mom should have placed the package on the front porch by now. Please keep your portrait. But please sell the rest of the paintings. My family never understood why you had to be the one to do this. But I didn’t want my mom to have to keep all these paintings that would just keep her in sadness. I did give her some already. I painted her happy memories. So please don’t feel obligated to give her any. But if you could do this last favor for me I will be grateful.

I guess that’s it. I don’t really have anything else to say…I want to keep writing. But this letter has taken me several days to write. I wish I could keep talking to you.

But know this. One day is long enough to know if the person is meant for you. I knew the moment I was in your arms. That you were the one for me. And thank you so much for letting me stay true to myself. That I had one love. I was one and done.

Love,

Ashley

.-.-.

Just another random dream. I have the most vivid dreams when I’m starting to wake up.

I think I’ll be doing this more often. Writing a short story is easier. It only takes a few hours.

Have a wonderful Monday. ❤️ Give your true love today a hug or kiss.

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Life Of Two Beat Friends: College CHPT 39

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Life Of Two Best Friends: College CHPT 38

CHAPTER 39

Finally back to our room, “Dude? Are you okay?” I asked Charlie; he had been grasping his rib cage.

“Yeah. The wind was just knocked out of me. And I think my back is bruised. But I should be fine by morning,” Charlie climbed into the bed across from Jeremy. “But what were you thinking? You know that what you did today will kickstart how the upperclassmen treat you, right?”

“Don’t worry about me. I have a knack at head butting bullies. Sometimes they change their personalities once they have met their match,” I smirked and looked over at Jermey.

“What?” Jeremy exploded, “You think I was as bad as Bryan?”

“Not as bad, but you were a bully that I tamed,” I laughed this time, because I never thought of it that way. A pillow hit me head on. ‘I knew it would, but I still continued to laugh.’

“You were a bully?” Charlie had slightly sat up in his bed.

Timothy propped up Charlie with pillows.

Jeremy groaned as he sat in his desk chair, “Yeah, I was. I was major jerk back in high school. Thankfully George was able to understand me through these last two years of high school. I don’t know if I would have changed so drasically unless George was my role model.”

‘Wow, didn’t know that’s how he felt.‘ “Wow. didn’t know you thought of me that way,” I walked over to give Jeremy a sarcastic hug.

“Don’t you dare,” Jeremy had held up hand to stop me in my tracks.

I chuckled and backed back to my own chair. I also remembered it was not us the pair of us in the room. I bursted out a laugh because of Timothy’s expression; it was
pure horror. Jeremy looked their way and joined the laughter. “Sorry Timothy,” I tired to muffle my amusement, “being roommates with Jeremy so long has changed me.

Charlie sat confused as well, but maybe a bit more entertained.

Timothy turned towards Charlie, “Sorry you had to witness,” Timothy stopped and turned back towards Jeremy aand myself, “…that. I guess I’ve not spent a lot of time with these two.”

“Well that will have to change these next few months,” Charlie tried to laugh but instead just retreated into the pillows around him.

‘It won’t be that long for me. Soon I’ll be entering into the lions den that I have already pissed off.’

…

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Writing…

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What do you enjoy most about writing?

The simplistic part of writing. That I can have a thought and just jot it down. That it could be for me personally. It could be for my blog. For my journals. An art idea. A poem. A story from a dream.

But that it doesn’t have to be some eloquent masterpiece. For some reason I have random dreams. And occasionally I will have a vibrant dream that I must wake up and jot it down for possible future stories.

Like my story I’m writing on my blog: Life of Two Best Friends, started off as a dream. and it’s just morphed into a story that I enjoy to write.

And I have maybe 5 other stories that I have saved in my computer, all different types. Christian Romance, Fantasy, Sci-fi, etc. I just wake up inspired and I get it down.

My brain likes to store things. And if I get them down on paper that’s one less thing so my brain to store.

But writing is a great way to express one of my creative sides. I’m not good at expressing myself through speaking, but through writing people can hear my points of view easily.

The simplicity of writing.

Have a great week 😊