"This is a bad idea and you know it" I said to my best friends Chloe and Lydia. How I allowed them to convince me that this was a good idea is beyond me. "For the nth time you got to live a little" Chloe whispered. "Yeah right, we'll probably get skinned, not if, but when we get caught," I reply in an equally low tone. "People escape all the time Dee, no one's ever gotten caught, this route is the shit" That was Lydia. "Yeah, there's a first time for everything," I whispered back rolling my eyes. Chloe and Lydia are my best friends, we've been through hell and back together which mainly consists of studying for difficult exams and breaking curfews. But what we were about to do right now was legit crazy. Probably sounds like we're breaking out of prison or something, I know. This is crazy, I'm crazy for agreeing to this plan which is only going to get me in hot soup. We tiptoed quietly for the next few minutes. As crazy as it sounds Lydia thought it'd be a great

         MY head hurts so so bad. I want to die. I'd just finished my math exam. My mouth still feels like I have a cotton but on my tongue. "Why again did I agree to go partying a day before finals? "I asked myself as I walk back to my dorm.        Lydia and Chloe already finished and submitted early, my guess? To go back to the dorms and sleep. It was my plan as well.      And opening the door I guessed right, Lydia was lying halfway on her bed the lower part of her was on the floor. And Chloe?? I can't say, her neck was in a really awkward positi

         I heard loud voices outside my room, someone was screaming like a banshee. I really don't want to know who it is.         After the delicious lunch with mama, I went back to my room. Throughout lunch mother seemed out of it. Like she was sad about something. I told her stories about the academy and about Lydia and Chloe.          When I asked what was making her distracted or sad, she smiled and covered it up. I just have a feeling it'd be something related to father. Was he cheating on her again? Or mistreating her. She wouldn'

"Good morning, Beatrice" Carlos said and I am reminded of his presence. "Carlos, I didn't see you there" mother replied. "I should get going. You two have a nice day." He said as he stood up and walked out leaving his cup on the table no doubt expecting someone to get rid of it. "You wanted to talk honey?" I snapped my gaze back to mother. "Mmm. Yes" well where do I start. "Well, who is it?" I asked am not even sure I want to know anymore. "Who?" Mother asked feigning ignorance This time I shot her a glare. "I'm going to assume you mean your future husband" she said calmly. I was anything but calm He's not my future husband! I wanted to shout but decided to keep shut. "His name is Dominko Salvatore" mother said dropping the bomb. My heart jumped. I inhale, knowing his name doesn’t make me feel different. This still doesn’t feel real. "Hmm, Salvatore?" I thought out loud. That doesn't make any sense. Last night before I slept off, I tried to remember

Now grandfather Alonzo and I walked arms and in arms to my bedroom on the second floor."You have grown so well in this two years Delores. Almost good enough to eat" grandfather Alonzo said just as we got to the second floor. Yuck! What do you say to that? "Er mmm thanks?" It came out more like a question. He chuckled, his walking cane making a tap-tap noise as we walked down the empty hallway.  “Answer me Dolores, did any of those little boys give you a hard time? Touch you? I would be happy to make them loose it” "Nothing I couldn't handle" Touch me? Weird. Glad we were already at my door. Wouldn't have to answer any questions."You are so special my dear Lola. So very special you have no idea" grandfather Alonzo whispered. "Grandfather Alonzo could you please tell my mother I decided to retire for the evening?" I asked, a sweet smile tugging at my lips. "Of course my dear" he said