I told myself months ago, time after time / That this time was the last one / I will stop making rhymes
Anyway. Here it is. The story of myself (as a stupid and immature high school sophomore), Adam Wrigley, and how everything spiraled out of control.
The sound of a slight scuffle across the bathroom floor brought Cathy’s purple Converse to Elise’s attention, which now were waiting for her outside the stall door. She sat, perfectly silent and still, as if that would help anything.
Sam shot a look at her from his spot on the carpet next to what was quickly becoming a mini demolition derby. Elsie clapped a hand over her mouth guiltily. “Sorry. No more questions, I promise.” She set the paper down carefully and then looked back at Sam. “Can I color?”
If lovers had wishes; no, stop there.
"Back in 2006, I worked the 9-5 shift at Ford’s Appliance on Saturdays and Sundays mostly by default."
Why did you leave? they ask me in the five minutes they see me—