As I stand here in my room, I am currently counting the number of stairs that lead to the back entrance. Fifteen. When I think about how ludicrous it is, I can't help but laugh out loud and shake my head in absolute disbelief. I do this because I believe that if I count each step that I take, it will take me significantly longer to enter the building. I realize that I have been standing here for a much longer period of time than is required, so I decide to just go ahead and push the door open.Watch as I slowly move it farther and further away from her while she is lying on the floor with her legs out.My upper chest is about to blow out from the pressure. What is it that she is doing when she is occupying the position of sitting on the floor? What is it that she is doing when she is occupying the position of sitting on the floor?Her waist.“Mom!” I have to use some force to open the door, and it slams into the counter as it does so.“Mom!” I have the sensation that my legs are givin
“Okay. ” I can't help but wish that my answer was right as I grab for my brush and run it through my hair, but I know that it's probably wrong. It would be quite embarrassing for me to show my face in front of my classmates at school. fearful of the looks that would be cast her her by the rest of the people. Attending summer parties was not an option for me, so please tell me all about them. Take a look at this team that formerly consisted of six people but now only has five members.I have no doubt that every single person is aware of it. Even though it has been a whole summer since it happened, I can't help but wonder if they are still finding it to be as novel an experience as it is for me."Are you sure?"My eyes always seem to land on his when I glance in the mirror. It's almost like stepping into a time machine when he holds them; for a brief minute, it makes me feel as if nothing has changed at all. If we maintain this level of eye contact and continue to look at each other in
"Whoa, slow down, speed racer. It looks like you just blew through that red light over there.Because this is the first time in what feels like months that anyone has talked to me in a regular tone, I go completely still and ridiculously hope I could stay in this moment. There is no allegation. No questions. No pity.No anger.And it's absolutely stunning.Without a reflection or a barrier between us, his eyes meet mine; they are clear and unclouded, the deepest shade of blue in the entire universe. A cloudless sky. The water of the ocean in Corpus Christi, Texas, where we spent one of our vacations. Comparable to a new coat of blue paint being applied to a piece of pottery that has just been fired. And I've seen him before... I've seen him before in some capacity, but I can't place him.His complexion was the color of creamed coffee, and his hair was a shade or two darker than burnt brown. It's a bit on the lengthy side. It is sufficiently long that it curls behind his ears, preventi
Hence, Jason came to the conclusion that we should act as though we were going out. I'm waiting for him to bring the chair out for me while I wait for him to put on his favorite red dress and feel happiness dancing around inside of me. When he does, I sit down.I comment to him that it has a pleasant aroma."I prepared it." Before entering the kitchen, Jason flashes a wink at the camera. He leaves the room and returns with a plate that has steak, potatoes, and a salad. He positions it in front of me before settling down next to me with his own bag on the seat beside me.The steak was cooked to perfection. Every action that he takes is. When we are eating and laughing together, he asks me about my classes. He flirts with me by lightly touching my leg under the table, but he doesn't make any other advances.We have just completed our meal when he says, "I'm staying with Edward tonight, so he said it's cool if I have some of his wine." Are you interested in some?"After filling the first
"That's not fair, Emily," he said to her. He seems exhausted and worn out as he rubs a hand over his face. I am, too. "I have no idea why I'm here or what I'm doing. I'm giving it my best shot at this point. I just informed the counselors that you had a difficult summer, and I want to make sure that everything goes smoothly for you as you transition. That wraps things up.And I believe him because I'm acting the Edwarde part in this scenario. Both of us are going down with the current. Both of them were swimming for the surface when they were suddenly pulled into a whirlpool and submerged once more. All because I had feelings for Jason. And because I am aware that my father is attempting to be supportive of me, even though he is unsure whether or not he believes what I am saying.My father's eyes go away from mine as he focuses on the mashed potatoes he is eating as if they were a crossword puzzle. This is one of his favorite things to do."I know it's hard, but no skipping again. If
He smells sweet. Similar to sweets. In spite of this, I find myself at a loss for words as I squeeze my trembling fingers together behind his neck. I am speechless. The only sounds that can be heard during the entirety of the Edwarde slow motion are the music and the cheers of my friends who are standing in the backdrop. We move in unison the entire time.After the song has finished playing, Steve gives me a glance with his eyes that are too blue, and at that same moment, I understand that I love him. Despite the fact that I've had a crush on him for a while now, I've recently come to the conclusion that what I feel for him is indeed love. Similar to the kind that lasts forever.He thanks Bryntastic for the dance, saying, "Thanks for the dance." I have no idea why he calls me that, but he's been doing it for the past few months.One more time, all I can do is nod in response. When Steve finally disappears into the crowd, the last thing anyone sees of him is a grin on his face. Me? I r
I have to control my tongue so that I don't respond how I want to. Detention? Oh no! It's odd that certain behaviors that were once punishable are now not. Even so, it might serve as a welcome diversion. a means of getting out of Dad's awkward silence while his eyes are asking. I don't need to look in a mirror to see that I share some of his sorrow.So I nod instead of saying that."What happened yesterday? Someone please speak up? If you ever need to talk, I'm here. She gives me "the look" with a slight crinkle in her eyes. Pity. I'm not sure which is worse: the emptiness I experience from other people or sympathy.“No. ” My eyes land on the ground as I struggle internally with conflicting emotions. A part of me truly wants to speak with her. Speak to someone, yet I feel like I have a block inside. Unknown hands constructed a big wall that prevents me from mentioning Jason. about the infant or my feelings. concerning Dad or perhaps Mom. It's still there, preventing me from moving for
I stretch before turning over in bed. I remember what day it is as soon as my arm makes contact with something that wasn't there when I went to sleep.Christmas.As I get out of bed and grab the package, my heart starts to jive. My fingers tear at the additional tape holding the wrapping paper in place. Mom constantly tries to make it more difficult for Dad and me to open our parcels by doing thatThus, I'm to blame for the fact that you had to get rid of the first pair. She giggles. This time, let's attempt to avoid bringing them with us.She sits next to me, and I smack at her arm. When I was four."After receiving them. Not when I eventually forced you to throw them, despite your claim that you would never forgive me.My mouth begins to smile. So I guess I'll pardon you now.I received my first pair of bunny slippers when I was four, and I adored them. Some young people carry a plush animal or blanket. My bunnies were carried by me. When mother finally informed me that I was too ol