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“So…” I started cautiously and immediately regretted it. “No.” The movement of Dad’s fork from the plate to his mouth didn’t even pause, hesitate or stutter as he said it. I stared down at my spaghetti to avoid further humiliation. To avoid any eye contact. My family never talked at dinner. Silence was the standard. Plenty of silverware clinking against plates. An occasion...
“Oh boy, this won’t be good.” Mom had tugged me along at a brisk pace the whole way Aunt Margie’s house, excited for me to attend my first Otis women’s brew bash. Now her pace slowed, though her grip on my hand remained fierce. As we approached the gate leading to Aunt Margie’s backyard, we could see a huddle of women with twinkling strands of fairy lights and luminaries throughout the yard, adding a litt...
“Hey everyone,” Marley said, approaching the microphone tentatively. Maybe not the most professional way to begin her major announcement, but what did they expect from a teenager? Marley’s eyes were closed tight as she shook the long brown bangs away from her face and took a deep breath. The breath involved her entire body: shoulders rising and falling dramatically, even her knees bending under what looke...
I’m an App. Really, it’s A.P.P. - stands for aqua partum puero. It’s Latin for water delivery boy. Why Latin, I have no idea. I’m sure there’s a reason buried in our history. And nevermind that I’m a girl. Being an App, I’m barely noticed at all, so no one will notice I’m a girl. Still, that’s my job. I deliver water to the rich. But not for long. I have a plan. I’m going to leave. Well, run away, really....
Matthew Winters has a lot of money. He’s been seen around town with a huge grin on his face, literally skipping and tossing money into the air, free for anyone to grab. Every Saturday at 2 p.m., he strolls into Super Scooper ice cream shop and buys every kid there a cone, never buying any for himself as he just pats his trim waist and says he’s watching his weight. Even with these random acts of generosit...
“Dad? Did you ever do anything dumb as a kid?” We had just picked Teddy up from school early because he had, in fact, done something done. “Hah!” My wife scoffs from the seat next to me. I know she wants to chime in with all the dumb things I’ve done that day or that week or since we’ve been married. But I don’t think that’s what our 8-year-old needs to hear about right now. <...
Geoff’s shoulders slump and the smile slides off his face. That’s how we know the cameras are off. How we know we can relax, too. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. You’d think after four weeks of being followed by a camera, living with this group of women, with the group of men right next door, you’d think I’d be used to it. That I wouldn’t still have to calm my nerves every time I remembered I...
Today, I woke up and I’m here. Tomorrow, I’ll wake up and be there. Here, I’m wealthy. A trust-fund kid living off the hard work of generations of Andertons before me. There, I’m a copy editor. I wouldn’t say I’m struggling, but it’s not much better than paycheck to paycheck. Here, it’s ok that my memory skips a day. Any confusion can be written off as a rich girl’s eccentr...
“I have good news and bad news.” “Ugh. That’s so cliche. Do you actually have good news and bad news for me?” “I do.” “Because if you don’t, that’s just, like, really annoying that you would say that. You know?” “Well, I do.” “Right, but, a doctor saying they have good news and bad news for you, it’s just been played out. You know?” <...
Every grade has a judge. Up until 6th grade, the judge is a teacher. But then it switches to a peer judge. Peer judges continue through high school. Then, you’re an adult and have to wait among the ever growing lists of people wanting to see the public judges. It’s a judge’s responsibility to decide. To settle any disagreement, no matter how large or small. The system is supposed to encourage agreement an...
After I graduated, I didn’t have a plan. Lots of hobbies but no passion - that kind of thing. So I decided to backpack around the country. Visit spots I’d never seen. Try to find something, somewhere or someone that ignited an excitement in me and gave me some purpose. I found that in Hillsville, ID. I get to help people. It’s a wonderful feeling. The people of Hillsville look to me to so...
“Hand me that Buchner, will you Ren?” Ren didn’t reply. Her dad snapped his fingers at her. “Hmm?” she said dreamily. “Phone down, Ren,” he said sharply, not even having to look at her to know she was once again distracted by her phone. He was trying to teach her real, actual magic over here and she couldn’t stop staring at that tiny screen. “Oh, right, sorry. I was just… i...
I’m a tester. I’m essentially a human lab rat. But for tech, not medicine or skin products. I’ve been told I’m like a blue rat, which is actually a blueish silver in color, because those are a rarer color of rat. And that’s because I’m a kid tester. Twelve is the youngest tester allowed by law and you need parent permission. Most parents would never allow their kids to be testers, fearing what the tech m...
“Did you see that?” Tom was the scaredy cat of our group. “Of course we saw it, Tommy,” Jonah’s response was dripping with eye-roll. He was the sarcastic, outgoing, loudmouth of the group. “It’s fine,” I replied calmly. I’m Mal. The girl of the group. But also, generally, the most level-headed one. We were prepping our lemonade stand, so I went back to stirring the ingredients in the pitc...
Mr. Quigley was old. Quite old, really. So old that little white hairs sprouted from his ears. His neighbor, Fiona, was decidedly not old. This did not bode well for Fiona in Mr. Quigley’s book. But worse still than Fiona being young, active and chipper was the fact that she had an even younger human living with her: her son, Rockwell. Fiona called him Rocky and this was among Mr. Quigley’s least favorite...
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