My father liked to write. He wrote day and night, night and day. I bet he’s still writing in heaven. He’s probably typing pages and pages of letters at the moment, his small, neat, handwriting sprinkled across off-white pape...
“Hola amigos, como estas? Blah blah blah blah...” The Spanish teacher seems to drone on for hours and hours before I feel a finger stab my shoulder.
“Ow…” I look behind me and glare at my friend, Claire. “What?”
“Can...
I’m no stranger to the darkness
It’s the only place I’ve ever been
I can’t tell when I will see the light
But I know that I will
And when I close my eyes
I see another world
Colors and a millio...
My sixth period English class is right after my lunch period. All the boys in the class are bouncing off the walls, which annoys me. I don’t like distractions while I’m trying to do important stuff. Anyways, nothing really ...
Jessica Edwards clutched her blanket on a warm September night. Once again, she’d woken up to her parents speaking to each other in loud and angry tones. Jessica knew they’d be louder if she wasn’t supposed to be asleep....
