It's You

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Bark bark,” Robert hollered up the stairs, “bark bark bark bark.” Which I could only assume meant “Number Seven, it’s for you. It’s Hugo, and she sounds pissed.” As I came down the stairs to pick up the phone, I was not motivated to go on another “adventure” after the last few times. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Hugo. Thirty minutes later, however, Hugo’s…

The sanctity of the moment was interrupted by voices coming up the trail. Two young men walked on past us at a good clip. We acknowledged them; they did not acknowledge us—too involved in their conversation with one another. They were talking about “doing” trails. One said something about “doing Berryvale,” which I know to be a great hike out of Big Basin Park. They were so much into their own exploits and planned exploits that they did not see the view of the bay. They did not see the gulch…

hurting just like you and me. I looked out the window with a tilted head as the corner of my lips drooped. I was thinking about her funeral. I told you to just back up and take a different path because there were so many different ways to get to her grave. You didn’t listen though. You honked your horn and told them to move out of our way. When my sister and I both yelled “why would you do that?” I added “they were at a funeral!” You screamed “I’m mourning! I’m the hurt one!” And then you…

or do you tell all your girlfriends about me? ” Annabelle asks curiously. “Yeah, I do.” Jamereo says calmly with swag, “They know not to fuck with you or talk shit about you. I put them in check. I put you over them, always. They gotta respect you at all times, no joke. I can call any one of them right now with you on the phone and they won’t say a thing. That’s how much control I have over they minds. That’s why I had you to answer the phone for me. I have nothing to hide from them, from you,…

My definition of compassion is when you are willing to help another being in need without the expectation or intent to receive anything in return. I was privileged to grow up with a mother that was very compassionate and caring, and from an early age she showed me that true compassion is giving without selflessness. I often find myself doing things out of compassion from day to day such as holding the door open for someone if I spot them trailing close by behind me. However in these same…

not Jer. You are not my father, nor will you ever be, so you don’t have the right to call him Jer.” Her hands formed into defensive and protective fists, but they stayed glued to her side. She wouldn’t dare to purposely hurt someone. She sat there wishing that Sterling had that same mentality as he set his hand down on her upper thigh. “No matter what we call him, he’ll still be gone until 3:35.” As his hand slowly crept up her leg, she tensed and stood up. “You know, I’ve actually…

Watari, why are you two here?” “I wanted to hang out and Watari said that he didn’t have anything else to do, so I dragged him over,” the small girl at the door said, a large grin plastered onto her face as her eyes sparkled. “Not true, I came because I wanted to,” the other friend, Watari, pouted. “Kousei, I made Watari come with us so don’t let him tell you some lie,” said Tsubaki with confidence. A flash of pink went across the front window, forcing…

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” Joe’s father hollers up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.” As Joe comes downstairs to pick up the phone, he is not happy. Joe is tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another useless adventure with Jackie. Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s 2007 black Ford Escape swings into Joe’s driveway, and Jackie is leaning on the horn before the car can come to a full stop. Joe…

What does this story say about people? Martha slightly blames Jesus for her brother’s death. Then she kind of back-tracks and displays a sign of faith, she knows who Jesus is. She calls Him Teacher. Yet, when Jesus told the men to remove the stone from Lazarus’ tomb, she displayed uncertainty. Mary also slightly blames Jesus for her brother’s death. But she also knows who Jesus is because she fell at His feet when she saw Him. The Jews that were present made biting comments like, if Jesus…

come up with a response. “Did you suddenly go mute?” “No, Coach.” “Districts are next week! I can’t afford for you to not have your head in the game! What’s wrong with you?” “It’s nothi—” “Don’t you ‘nothing’…