youmakemechortle
My knees were trembling, my palms were clammy. I looked like a fish with my mouth in a tiny "o". I stared at the audience. They looked like an intimidating dark ocean. I couldn't speak. I felt my throat closing up. My mouth was dry and I wanted to run away and hide. I couldn't say a word, I couldn't speak.
She wiped her palms on her apron, now spotted with colourful frosting, then stepped back to admire the flowers she finished on a birthday cake. She lifted the apron off her, balled it up, and went to the restroom to wash her hands.
I thrashed on my bed, flinging my blanket off. My blanket tangled between my legs, and I lay there trying to control my breathing. It's three in the morning, and I still can't sleep. I closed my eyes, trying to feel light like a feather. I mentally felt myself sinking in my mattress. A moment later, I slowly drifted off to darkness.
We didn't bother talking to each other as the silence was awkward enough for both of us. I gazed out the window, listening to the loud murmurs going about the city. I watched the city lights go by quickly as he drove around the city, not exactly knowing where to go. "where are you driving us?" I asked. "I dunno," he mumbled. "let's just enjoy the city I guess. I'll drive us home if you want."
The little girl stood straight, tip-toeing from the ground laughing when the wind started messing up her hair. She jumped from the little grassy hill, pretending that she was some kind of pure white angel or a pretty little fairy. She waved her little arms around like they were wings and she abruptly landed on the grass. She ran back to the hill again and did the same thing over and over.
He didn't hesitate to step out of the house in the middle of the night. What kind of parents kick their son out of their house just because they liked men? He held his head high, his hands clutching his belongings, hoping that this exit out of his house - the step he took - was an entrance to somewhere else.
The little girl pouted her small, rosy lips as she rubbed her sore knees. "what did you do that for?" she yelled at the boy with shining blonde hair standing before her. "Because I can and I think you're ugly!" he smirked, amusement shown in his eyes. "That's not very nice, you can't just push people down to the ground like that!" The little girl said pushing herself off the ground and wiping the imaginary dirt off her shoulders. "I just said I can. Your yelling amuses me." The little boy smirked and ran away.
Everyone, well most people in my school thinks the band sucks. They didn't want the band to go to the 8th graduation because they thought they don't play well. Whenever we head back to the girls' locker rooms from gym, we always pass by the band's classroom - and we would only hear off-keys and screeches.
He leaned close to her bed clutching her dry hands in his. His older sister has been ill for months now, and the doctors said that she only had a few weeks to live. He squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm fine," she said. "it won't be so bad, you know?"
The train's engine turned on as I felt the vibrations underneath my feet. "Don't lose your ticket, lady," the thin man punching the tickets said. I rolled my eyes and looked away, loosely gripping my ticket in my right hand. I felt the wind hit my face from the open window next to me, not caring if my ticket flew out the window this instant.
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