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Submitted to Contest #56
When I was younger, maybe five or six, my mom said I had a short fuse; meaning that I meltdown easily. Sensing that she had a point, seeing that I had shattered five large jars of pickles out of the fury of missing out on the samples at Costco, I worked toward changing myself. Ten years later, in high school now, it happened again. I sensed it coming, like how an experienced captain can sense when a storm was brewing. It was all too much. Soccer tryouts on Wednesday until five-thirty, then I have to rush home to wrap up an essay for AP Lang...
Submitted to Contest #55
Some would say I got off easy. Only having to spend one weekend with my family out of every year. We were a small bunch and mom knew if we didn’t set a date, we’d never see each other. My sister, only being my twin in definition, seemed to be getting taller and paler every year. My older brother, who seemingly caught senioritis in eighth grade and hadn’t recovered since; bothered to shave this time. A pleasant surprise. Seeing mom became more and more of a chore as time went on. I loved her deeply but, with our lives already so separate, I...
Submitted to Contest #35
LighthouseI took a long and suppressed sigh as the car turns, shifting my mom and I. We made excuses throughout winter to not do this. Mom would say, “No, we can’t do it now, it’s practically a blizzard out there.” I would say, “Maybe next week? I have a big Chem exam coming up.” The excuses would build up like a mounting pile of spit in our throats. We believed ignoring it, hoping, pleading that it would go away, was the best route. Of course, eventually, we had to take the gulp. “The first day of spring?” My mom, whispered with uncertaint...
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