Table service

When I arrived at the training grounds, everyone were in groups talking amongst themselves. I walk up infront of everyone, clearing my throat to get everyone's attention. “Sorry to disappoint you cheerleaders, but Ethan couldn't make it so let's get to work to get it over with, shall we?” I say with authority laced in my voice. “Today we are working in our wolf forms so shift and follow my lead. Have your mindlink open incase I try to contact y’all.” I command shifting into my wolf. It has…

“It is isn’t so much what’s on the table that matters, as what’s on the chairs.” Says W.S. Gilbert. (262). This could potentially describe table talk as either the right thing to do during dinner or the wrong thing to do during dinner. Other societies like China and Iran could argue that table talking as well as drinking is done before dinner. This would never happen in my home! We eat first, then we party. Some…

"Time for tea, Miss." Abigail's frail voice rung out, her voice slightly muffled by her quiet knocking - although she had need not to - I was nearly out the door. "Yes, I'll be on my way." It had seem that this tea time was rather, ineluctable. The fire crackled and hissed, well-fed of slanderous and twisted news from the newspaper. It shall be ashes to ashes, died in it's burden. Carefully, I tighten the pearly white gloves around my wrist. I left my room, and made way down the sleepy…

Seventeen: Freedom at Last Anna attempted a Foxtrot in her new baby blue shirt and white blouse with a ballerina butterfly brooch pinned to its collar and patent leather shoes. She dipped smoothly and spun around and surveyed her reflection in the mirror. She had not seen herself since Miss Muller's basement and the image that was reflected back made her gasp. She stared at her gaunt features and into her sunken dull blue eyes. Her knee-length pleated skirt loosely dangled from her emaciated…

A bell is ringing somewhere in the in castle. That’s my cue. Let’s see what I have done wrong this time? I head up the narrow servants stairwell that leads to a side door in lord Polonius’s rooms. I am getting too old for this. “My lord what can I help you with?” I said standing to attention. Polonius was seated at his desk in the center of the room. A plate of food was next to him with a nibble taken out of it. Sun came through the window behind him forcing me to squint. “I need you to give…

"It doesn't matter who number five is. I won't be letting you hurt them," Iridian said confidently, as he began texting someone. Texting at the dinner table? How rude. "You don't know the first thing about kindness, about love," Ilya whispered, getting up and walking closer to me. I raised my eyebrow slightly, curious as to what he was going to do next, as he continued, "and I feel sorry for you, you sadistic f---." Then, Iridian punched me square in the face, hitting my nose. It would be an…

Wrecked The tires squealed, burnt rubber was in the air my car rolled into a fence. Late one night I was with my boyfriend and dog, we were laying in bed about to be asleep when my stomach grumbled. I went down the stairs with lots of caution trying to avoid the squeaky stairs, so I didn't wake my mom up. Finally, I made it to the kitchen! After perusing the kitchen in search for something to satisfy my late night taco cravings I realized we didn't have anything that would meet my wants. Back…

so when I came home to a pack of meat in my freezer with a kosher label on it, I didn't question it. That was until July 10th 2015, my mothers birthday where my family gets a chance to have dinner together. A variety selection of food was on the table but there seemed to be a lot of grilled chicken left over, so I go ahead and offer everyone piece. My brother gladly took one, my mom and I split one but my sister and dad refuse to take a piece. I ask them why not only to find out my dad and…

It was a week before Valentine’s Day and the girls and I were sitting at the middle table and the guys where at the table behind us. My friend Katlyn was sitting at the end of the table and I was sitting right next to her and across from me was my friends Joanna. We were all talking about the spring fling that was coming up when CC went right to Katlyn and gave her a hug and started talking crap about Joanna. At first Joanna looked at me and shock her head telling me to leave it alone. Katlyn…

remained sitting. Instead, the worker standing stroked the head of the girl sitting – a nonverbal action of haptics (76) which spoke volumes. I took special notice of how each table ended their conversations. I noticed that hugging was more common between females, while a more accepted action between Table C was the table that surprised me the most. As the largest group of people I observed, the communication went against my expectations of my own experiences of trying to communicate in…