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MEAN GIRLZ ENYA: You are not going to believe it!đFAYE: What?ENYA: Not what, who. Guess who Anna was talking today between first and second period?ENYA: đđđ JEMMA: DISH!!!!ENYA: Meet me after class at the west girlsâ washroom. You are going to die! ******** FAYE: I canât believe she was talking to Jarod. She knows I like him! đđENYA: Such a back stabbing bih!FAYE: I thought she was my friend!KAYLA: They were just talking.FAYE: YEAH! To each other.JEMMA: Not cool, not cool at all.FAYE: She is dead to me. As of today....
I SHOULDA PAID MORE ATTENTION The first time I saw him, I didnât even realize it. You know how you glaze over faces when youâre walking, or looking at stuff in stores? Youâre concentrating on the task at hand, and even though there are people all around, you donât actually consciously register anything about themâtheyâre just the people around you.But then I started seeing him in other places. He wasnât too noticeable, maybe a bit taller than most, but not basketball-player-tall. Dark hair, dark clothes. Maybe thatâs why I noticed himâeveryt...
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NOBODY NOSE DECEMBER 7: Today was the worst day of my life. I canât believe my parents never told me the truth. And I had to find it out in front of everybodyâall my friends, Santa, my girlfriend Clarise. I just want to die. Apparently, my parents thought it was okay to hide who I really was. They told me that all the other reindeer did the same thing. I thought they were telling me the truth. Why shouldnât I believe them? Who thinks that their parents would lie about something as fundamental as who I was?We were all playingâyou kno...
FOOD FOR THOUGHT I looked down at the pile of widgetsâa much-depleted pile of widgets than we had started with. I couldn't believe how fast theyâd sold! It seemed as if every Tom, Dick, and Harry wanted a new widget. Universal Widgets were selling so wellâit was like taking candy from a baby. Easy peasy, mac and cheesy. âTheyâre selling like hot cakes!â I crowed. My partner, Theo nodded. âThey are selling like hot cakes!â he said bagging up an order for another fifteen more widgets. I was so proud. Our product, Universal Widget,...
LIQUEFACTION OR KARMA? Kiera ran from the house, clutching a wailing baby Jack to her chest. She didnât shut the front door, she just ran. Barney followed silently, pacing her step-by-step. She flew across the front lawn to the car, throwing open the back door, âCome on, come on, come on!â she said, struggling to buckle Jack into his car seat, while chancing looks over her shoulder. Barney jumped into the backseat, laying down beside the baby as if guarding him. Kierra ran around the car, jumped into the driverâs seat and jammed the...
THE MIDNIGHT CURFEW KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Yvette started awake and looked at her watch. It was 11:59 p.m. She snorted and shook her head. Jax was supposed to be home before midnight. It was just like him to push the envelope. She walked to the door, wondering why he wasnât using his key. She unlocked the door and started to open it. âCutting it a bit close, arenât you, Buddyââ But she stopped mid-sentence. It wasnât Jackson at the door. It was two police officers. Yvette looked from one grim-faced officer to the other, turned ...
UBER I rolled down the window, smiled, and said, âHi there. Uber. Whatâs your name?â âJustin OâHare.â âGreat, Mr. OâHare, and where are you going today?â He recited the proper address. âExcellent!â I said. I watched as he looked at me, checked the licence plate, nodded, and got into the back seat. We were both who we were supposed to be. Justin OâHare was my first fare of the day. He used the app regularly and had a strong user ratingâfour-point-nine-five. Iâd looked him up before I took the gig. The only thing that consistently...
VOICES IN THE NIGHT When I was ten, I killed a kid. I thought that was the end of it. He was dead and I wasnât. So, lucky me, right? People were okay with it. I wasnât shunned. I wasnât ostracized. I wasnât even blamed. People felt sorry for me. People said that I had no choice. I could live with that. I did have to attend years of court-ordered therapy, though. Not the worst thing that can happen after someone dies because of you. It helped. If therapy taught me anything, it was to look forward, and donât dwell on the pas...
ANY SPARE CHANGE MAâAM? âAny spare change maâam?â I jingled my purse and heard some coins rattling around. I stuck my hand in, scraped around in the bottom, and pulled out some coinsâthree one-dollar coins, and one two-dollar coinâfive bucks. Since Canada had gotten rid of paper one- and two-dollar bills, I found I had a lot more lose change rattling around in the bottom of my bag. I walked over to the man. He was about thirty, and was clearly down on his luck. His clothes were in tatters, his hair matted, and his shoes were full of hole...
ENYA The two men looked up. Way up. To the top of the tree. âAm I seeing what I think Iâm seeing?â âIf you think youâre seeing a naked woman stuck at the top of a tree, then yup, youâre seeing what you think youâre seeing.â âHuh. I wonder how she got there.â ***** Lane looked at Enya, her eyebrow arched. âSo, let me get this straight. You think that being a human is so much easier than being a cat?â Enya was sitting on the kitchen counter. She swished her tail and looked at Lane. Instead of answering her right away, she licked ...
PROXEMICS âYou have to back up, Ben. Youâre too close.â âBut how is the person Iâm talking to supposed to hear me?â Melissa sighed. This was going to be tougher than she thought. As a life coach sheâd had challenges before. Helping people adjust to lifeâs unspoken rules and expectations was hard. But Ben seemed to be ⌠more. Heâd been referred to Melissa by his mother, Betty. At twenty-seven, Betty was worried that Benâs inability to read social cues and interact with his peers was preventing him from succeeding professionally, ro...
BWD Abigail went cold. Sheâd felt âitâ. Again. Fear crept up her spine. She whirled around and froze. âBahahaha! You should see the look on your face, Abs! Hilarious!â Simon was bent over double, holding his stomach, laughing uproariously. âOh, man, when I blew on your neck, I thought you were going to faint! I wish I had my camera out!â Abigail stepped forward and punched her friendânow probably former friendâ solidly on the shoulder âNot funny, Simon, not funny at all!â She turned around and stomped out of his house. Simon...
THE PERFECT DAY Quilla opened her eyes looked up. It was so far. It was too far. She shut her eyes and started to cry. ***** Quilla followed the trail along the escarpment edge, her feet crunching through the fallen leaves. It was the perfect fall day. The air was clear and crisp, not a cloud in the sky. The temperature was above average, and there was a warm breeze blowing, keeping any late-season bugs away. Perfection! She kept striding along the path, taking in the panoramic view from the lip of the escarpment across the val...
ONE OF THOSE DAYS I couldnât believe it! Iâd slept in! Today of all days! Theyâthe writing gurusâalways say donât start a story with waking up, but this time, itâs important. In fact, it was the linchpin to my dias horribilisâmy horrible day. I was laying in bed, feeling particularly well-restedânot my usual state of mind when I had an important presentation that day at work. Which it certainly was! A VIP client wanted to expand their companyâs legal representationâtax law, international law, patent law, contract law, securities lawâ...
THE BOOK ~THE END~ Annabelle looked at what she thought were giing to be the last words that sheâd have to type for The Book. That seemed like a million years ago. She smiled ruefully. Back when sheâd been a naive newby writer, sheâd figured that once sheâd finished writing The Book, all that was left was a bit of editing, finding an agent, and boom, sheâd be on the New York Times best seller list. Oh, how wrong sheâd been. In hindsight, the writing had been the easy partâwell easier than the editing. When she was writing, sheâd ...
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