Pre - Eskimo Princess((The following short story is based upon a memory. Some of it is not accurate, but most of it is. I suggest listening to this song as you read the following;; http://tinyurl.com/pirprin Please enjoy. C: ))
The tears rolled down her cheeks, she didn't understand. She sat there, shaking, crossing her trembling arms across her reverberating heart.
She just smiled and asked her concerned friends at the lunch table, "He isn't looking, is he?"
They all shook their heads and simply said, "No."
Forty minutes or so earlier...
She had sat at her computer, next to him. He was busy typing up something. She couldn't tell what. He conveniently minimized Microsoft Word each time she glanced over there or asked him what he was up to.
He was a lot less talkative that day than usual. She was thankful he wasn't distracting her as much as normal, but she did enjoy their unusual conversations and his witty comments. Occasionally he would take his mouse and unplug it from his computer and plug i
The beginning...I wander through the halls. 'This school is so big...or is that just the students?' I chuckle to myself and turn into my next classroom on my schedule. It was fourth hour. I had met the teacher before. Many times before. She had gone to my church many years before. Her and her family. A friend of my sister was once smitten with their son.
I walk in farther, clutching my binders and textbooks with all my might, shaking from being so nervous, and perhaps from missing out on breakfast that morning... I pick a random spot and sit down, waiting for the teacher's instructions.I notice the upperclassmen. So tall. So social. >
The bell rings and the teacher walks in incredibly cheerful. My tension eases up a bit and I relax. She explains that normally we put our books on the computer counter to the side of the room or on an empty table. I glance over to look at all the computers. I instantly cheer up more. Technology. I know how to work a computer better than I know how to walk. I hope and pra
The Shadow Boy -- chapter fourPOV switch:: Chassidy's perspective -- first person
I had hurried home from the park earlier. It was true that I had to get up early the next morning. I planned on cleaning my apartment out. It got so dirty so quickly. Everything I owned was a great collector of dust. I changed out of my day clothes as soon as I got home. A memory of a familiar face burned in the back of my mind as I slipped off my socks. It was his. I still had feelings for him. It had been about two years and seven months since the accident. I tossed a sock across the room. I felt accountable for what had happened. I got mad at him and locked him out that night. I threw my last sock at the wall in frustration. It was a hit-and-run. Now he was in a coma because of me. The doctor's said there was an eighty-five percent chance he'd never awake. Jude had been there when I was down in the dumps. He was very understanding and consoling. I stripped off everything else. I felt another being's presence but disregarded it. I p