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Say Goodnight And Go...
"Why'd you have to be so cute?
It's impossible to ignore you.
Must you make me laugh so much?
It's bad enough that we get along so well...
Say goodnight and go..."
An earsplitting ring interrupted my relaxing music time and my algebra class as well. Before I got caught I removed the ear buds, tucking them into my pocket. I stretched, wincing at the pain my stiff joints were giving me after being still for so long.
"Not another assembly..." I groan
Just Like That | Chapter 1The smell of smoky meat roused the dog the next morning; she parted her jaws in a wide yawn before blinking the sleep from her eyes. The sight of the man perked her up. She watched him intently as he prepared breakfast. He turned to retrieve more eggs from the fridge, noticing the dog watching him with bright emerald eyes. "Hi doggie. Are you hungry?" He asked. The dog picked up a hint of shakiness in his voice, a little disappointed that he was still afraid. Whining softly, she rested her head on her good paw. In a few short minutes a bowl with a few bacon strips and some scrambled eggs was placed in front of her nose along with a bowl of clean water. Her stomach growled, and despite the pain she stood immediately and gulped down the food. It was delicious; this human obviously had a knack for cooking.
While she was eating, more people filed sleepily into the kitchen,stopping short of her space. "Wookie-ah, what is this?" One with long black hair questioned.
Just Like That | Prologue
Fear pulsed through the dog's veins as cars sped by, the blinding bright lights surrounding her as she crouched in the middle of the highway. Engulfed in exhaust fumes, navigation by scent was impossible for the poor creature. One car zoomed right past her tail, clipping some of the dirty brown hair as it did so. The dog froze, a pair of blazing lights heading straight for her. Too many cars were in front of her, the same for behind. Escape was impossible. She shut her eyes, waiting for the impact.
"Get out of the road you stupid mutt!" Someone cried from the driver window of the car. The dog opened its eyes, staring at her reflection in the front bumper as it slammed to a halt just inches from her face. The driver laid hard on his horn, startling the beast into a blind run out into the other lanes. She dashed in between tires, horns ringing in her ears. Hope lit her eyes as the edge of the road loomed just ahead, putting on an extra burst of speed as she lunged for
Cracks Of My Broken Heart | Part 4 of 4"It's beautiful!" Naomi exclaimed, awestruck at what she held in her hand. The dress glittered with brilliant crimson rhinestones, the lacy black scarf draped lazily around the waist. Naomi held it up, the sun catching it and propelling its brilliant color all over the walls in shafts of cherry red light. The clerk smiled, happy that she had outdone herself with this dress. She wished she could accompany her customer to whatever she was doing to see the dress in action, catching the attention of everyone. But, she knew the more she admired it, the more she'd doubt herself whether she could make another; this was a dangerous thing when you're a seamstress. "I'm glad you love it. You'll look fabulous!" Naomi grinned; she never EVER wanted to put the dress down. She would have worn it right out of the store had she not wanted to keep it a secret from everyone she knew that might see her. Naomi fished around in her purse for the handsome paycheck money she had received from Mana
Bo.When Lindsay was born, Bo was there. Standing beside her mother, he was the first thing she ever saw. But he was not her father; her father stood on the other side.
Bo was there until the very moment she died.
The sun shone bright through the windows of her pink-laden room. She loved pink. And black.
“Because Bo is black,” she’d told her parents.
Her imaginary friend, they soon concluded.
“Bo is all black,” she described one night as her father tucked her in, “His skin and his hair and everything. He doesn’t talk a lot.”
Her father frowned.
“He sounds scary.”
“He’s not,” she insisted.
Bo sat on the bed and said nothing.
Her father kissed her good night and turned out the light.
“Why can’t Dad see you?” she asked.
“Are you real?”
“Are you real?” he replied.
“How do you know?”
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