The thing about being on the swim team is that you’re sort of in this in-between place most of the time. None of the jocks know who you are unless you manage to break the school record or make it to State, but no one else pays you any notice either because they just loop you in with the other sports kids.
Thanksgiving used to be Riley’s favorite time of year. She’d loved the smell of the turkey cooking in the oven, the smiles on her parents’ faces as they all worked together, bumping up against each other in the small kitchen. It had always been just the four of them, but that had never made her feel lonely.
I’ve spent so long carrying this crazy anger around in my heart, convincing myself that it meant I had let go, yet anger and hatred are a kind of attachment in themselves. I had to at least try to let go of that, move on. And I’m sorry for how I’ve hurt you as well. Maybe that’s a part of growing up for me as well. Growing up, growing apart. We never really thought it would be real.
It goes like this.
"Maybe if I stare long enough he’ll ask himself the same question," she thinks. "Why the hell is he back at my house?"
UNDER REVISION Eric never thought he’d be looking down the barrel of a gun, and never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d be seeing her at the other end. It had only been an hour since he’d walked out his front door, fully intent on getting a Doritos Locos tacos from the … Continue reading You Handle This One