troinikki
"He held my hand!" Emily screamed excited as she watched the boy of her dreams, James Porter, walk away.
"Only for five minutes." Replied Sherry who was Emily's friend only according to "the rules of the playground". Those same rules stated that holding a boys hand was almost equal to a kiss on the cheek.
"You are just jealous he likes me and not you." Emily said in defense.
"You don't even know he likes you until he hugs you and ask you to be your girlfriend."
"Well, my mommy said I can't have a boyfriend in fourth grade."
"So ha! He can't even like you if he wanted to."
Poor Emily sat on the swing with her arms crossed wanted very much for the bell to ring so she could have an excuse to run away.
They got me for domestic violence. Said when they saw the black eye and bruises on my spouse, when they heard the screams coming from my house there was no other charge to put on me. So I was put in the back of that car and booked. All because I beat up my husband. :)
He used to sing in the chorus. He had a beautiful voice when he was a boy, but now as a grown man he had let his drinking and smoking ruin his God given vocal chords. But you could still hear the faint sound of his beautiful voice when he'd hum, and from his whistling you would know that his lungs were trained.
It wasn't such a severe accident. After a simple fall off a ladder she just laid there hooked up to so many wires. I couldn't believe it until I went to the hospital and saw it myself. She was such a strong woman, but she laid there at that moment and she looked so weak. All because of an unseen illness.
I take my books off the bookshelf because now there is no need for them being that I have my e reader. My bookshelf is now just an empty case that is used to hold my dust. I no longer open and feel the thickness of a good book, but the warm of this thin electronic in my hands. My lonely bookshelf.
"You made the worse mistake in the world when you trusted me."
"But you said you loved me. I know you love me. I know it" Cindy cried.
"How many times do I have to tell you I was lying?" Damn it she was believing me.
"You want me gone because you think I can't handle myself. I know you more than you know yourself so you can not sit here and lie to me and tell me you don't love me to get me to run away because I'm not running." She looked at me and crossed her arms and stood like she meant business. But she wouldn't be able to hold that stance for much longer because I could see her chin start to quiver.
It was a digital nightmare. I needed to print out my review for work and everything was running slow. My phone, my computer. I went to work with sweat going down my forehead. I had something to prove to everyone I worked with. They thought I was just a privileged silly girl because my father ran the company. I pushed harder to show how deserving I was of their respect, but they just looked at me out the side of their eyes.