Finally, my chance arrived. It’s a week before Sadie Hawkins, and I’ve been keeping my eyes on Sean Taylor. Gorgeous Sean Taylor. Sean Taylor with the hair that was perfectly feathered to one side, whose smile always seemed to emanate
Hello, readers. By now, you’ve probably noticed that I came back from hiatus. Not only that, but I started this series of fiction called “Journals of the Introverts.” Well, first, I took a break from writing to compose myself. (Ba-dum-ting.)
I hate pooping at school. Every time I need to go, it always seems to be a school, and right before third period. Why can’t it be after third when we all get the long break? The stalls are horrendous
I thought it’d be another day at school. Same old with no change. Same friends with the same stories. Same droopy school lunches. I walked into English class, easily my best subject and identifiably why I’m such a nerd. Mr.
Since I started work at two separate institutions, I’ve noticed that I have less and less patience for anything uninvolved with my employments. For example, if someone asks for a favor repeatedly, although I repeatedly reported myself unavailable, I’ll probably