Summer mornings have always been the best when I was with Mom. I remember one morning she had baked cookies and we had our cousins over. Mom believed that I wasn't as close to them as possible and maybe she was correct. In my defense,it wasn't totally my fault. After all, my cousin Raymond was a big jerk. All he ever seemed to talk about was the numerous girls he had been with. And don't even get me started on Uncle Stan, he was a raving alcoholic and he was not even afraid to show it. His wife always thought she did a good job at hiding the fact that she hated her husband's gut, but it was clear as the day is bright to everyone that she did. But regardless of all that, I still loved it when they came over because I got to have enough time to work with my mother in the kitchen preparing all sorts of meal.It was different in the Jail's house. The wasn't any classical music blaring from the background. No drunk male figures at the front lawn barbequing meat. It was just plain. This was

The morning came with a soft breeze on my skin. My ears were awake before my eyes could open up. I knew this because I was busy enjoying Don Williams songs that was playing in the background. I was happy at the involuntary grin my face decided to put on today. Before,I used to hate waking up. The lights were always too bright. The sounds, too loud. But today, everything felt perfect and I couldn't be happier. With a smile on my face,I opened my eyes to see a dog staring at me. I looked at it for a few seconds, giving my brain enough time to confirm that I was actually staring at a dog. When it did, out of shock, I jumped a little because I was never a big fan of animals. I looked around to see how the dog got in and I was a little bit surprised when I saw James running into my room. He was sweating when he got in and he looked worried. "Hey,Becks have you seen... Oh Robert,there you are!" And he came forward to take the dog. I looked at him and questioned "This is your dog? I didn'

According to what she said the schedule indicated that I had to be meeting her thrice a week, precisely on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at exactly 4 o'clock. I guess she changed it to the evening time because school would be starting soon and I probably will be in class by then. It didn't change the fact that I was not looking forward to it.Mrs. Nicole was a very nice lady and she was a great therapist and that was my biggest problem about her. She was just too good at her job and I feared that she may actually get my secrets out of me and I,for one,was not ready to spill the beans to anyone. And thats why I dreaded going to her for my therapy. But sometimes,I just feel like I might actually love it if I talked to her about it. I believe it won't be the worst thing to happen. It will be nice to air my true feelings out to someone. I really wanted someone that I could talk to about this. Because I did not know what I was doing.This calamity that I came here to fix,should it not h

I kept thinking of the girl I saw as I moved into my room. She had a look on her face,a look that I'm way too familiar with. She was sad, broken and frustrated. And I have been there before,I just wondered why she would not allow me talk to her. Maybe just be her friend. Still, who was I to judge? I lied to Sandra and I considered her my friend yet I expected this strange girl to open up to me as if we were sisters. I didn't blame the girl one bit for wanting to protect her privacy, I couldn't do anything but pray that it was not her own father that is molesting her. The feeling of helplessness washed over me. I knew that I would slip into a bottomless pit if I didn't get my mind off it. So I jumped on my bed to take a little nap. Just then dad came walking in. "Hey sweetheart, you asleep yet?" "No, was just about to. Why, what's up?" I sat up and replied. "Oh it's nothing,just wanted us to have that talk." "Come on, I just want to rest and what happened to your friend Frank?" "F

I could not feel anything apart from the gush of wind that graze through my skin as I ran. My mind was playing out a lot of scenarios,most of them were very frightening. I had to stop Amanda from getting that necklace,I just had to. I thought of how I could reach her faster and I remembered the slight technology that this generation had: a cell phone.I was almost out of breath when I drew myself to a halt. The earth was spinning rapidly round me so I took a few seconds to get my stability back. When I had calm down a bit,I reached into my pocket and luckily for me,the phone was there. I sent a call through to her resident line and no one picked it up. I then called her personal number and still,no one picked. "Fuck!" I cursed,almost throwing the phone away. I thought to myself,"well that's two minutes wasted." And I started running again. I didn't stop running till I got to the bus stop. But for some reasons,the bus was going slower than I had expected and that was the moment mom de