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Submitted to Contest #168
“Elior?” A petite dark-haired Lisa approached my father’s new ‘75 SS Chevelle. “I thought your mom was coming.” Thunder rumbled across the sky like bowling pins clattering loudly as angry droplets fell. “She’s outta town,” I leaned over and unlocked her door. “Get in before you’re all soaked.” Her backpack went in the backseat and she climbed in the front. “Sorry. I’m a bit wet.” “No kidding,” I muttered. Why did my cranky neighbor have to ask me to pick up her thirteen year-old daughter? “This is your dad’s ca...
Submitted to Contest #29
“Bet you can’t beat me in a race to that tree,” I smirked at my best friend Reece. He frowned, eyeing the distant tree at the end of the sidewalk with his soft, dark eyes.“Bet I can.”“Yeah right,” I shrugged off my backpack and dropped it on the grass. We were takingthe usual shortcut home from school through our neighbourhood park. “You’re gonna lose. Youalways do.”“Maybe not this time,” he argued and dropped his bag next to mine. He was three yearsolder than me at sixteen, but a lot of the time I felt like I was older than him. We were tig...
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