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Jessica's Life, Ch. 5: Ever Okay?Jessica's Life, Ch. 5: Ever Okay?
Characters: Jessica, Kevin, Emily, Nelson, Brandon, Rob, Annie, Monica, Valerie
Summary: Now that Aunt Lauren is gone, how will Jessica get through possibly the most difficult part of her death, the funeral? And will she ever be okay again?
After school, Emily went to Jessica’s house. She was worried about her friend and was desperate to make sure Jessica really was okay. Jessica’s dad opened the door when she knocked.
“Jessica isn’t here right now, Emily,” Nelson said slowly. He was touched to see Jessica’s friend coming to find her.
“Where is she?” Emily asked. “I’ve been worried about her. She hadn’t been herself lately, and when she didn’t come to school today…” Emily’s voice trailed off.
“I know. She’s at the park.” Nelson wasn’t sure what else to say. He knew Jessica was upset, and she wanted to be alone. But he wasn’t sure if
Springtime: Love in the Air BySpringtime: Love in the Air By Manwathiel
Part 1 of a much longer story.
This comes after the story about Jessica.
Characters: Jessica, Annie, Emily, Valerie, Monica, Timothy, Peter, Justin, Andy, Nelson
Love was in the air at school, and the boys were acting silly. Valerie giggled at their antics. Emily rolled her eyes. Monica laughed, and Jessica gave a small smile. Annie groaned.
It was late spring, and they were juniors. Valerie laughed loudly at something Andy did, then looked guilty. She and Andy had gotten together over Christmas break, and she was thrilled. She had been crushing on him since the beginning of high school.
She shared a glance with Monica. Monica had been secretly in love with Justin for the entire year, and Valerie wouldn’t be surprised if they started dating soon. Annie had been dating Timothy since March, and Emily was totally in love with Damien, although they weren’t together. And Peter had been
Jessica's Life, Ch. 4: Caving InWarning: I cried while writing this chapter.
Jessica's Life, Ch. 4: Caving In By Manwathiel
Characters: Jessica, Emily, Lauren, Nelson, Kevin, Rob, Valerie, Annie, Brandon
Summary: A couple of weeks after the big game, Jessica's life is falling apart.
Jessica didn’t know how to go on anymore. Her dad was taking time off work, but her mom was as busy as ever. Brandon still refused to visit Aunt Lauren, even thought they all knew she didn’t have long. Kevin had all but disappeared, and Jessica was having trouble focusing.
She was sitting in her US history class with Annie when her phone buzzed. She looked down at it and saw that it was her dad. She gasped. She didn’t want to open it, didn’t want to know what had happened.
Annie glanced at her, motioning to her phone.
What’s going on, Jess? Are you okay? -Annie
I can’t talk right now. I have to go. -Jess
Jessica packed up her stuff and walked out. She had already talked with most of her teache
Jessica's Life, Ch 3: The Final GameJessica's Life, Ch 3: The Final Game
Characters: Jessica, Emily, Kevin, Nelson, Valerie, Lauren, Rob, Susan, Brandon
Summary: The big game is coming up, but how is Jessica feeling? And how can she play a game without Aunt Lauren being there to watch? And what's up with her dad?
“You seem to be doing a bit better, Jess,” Emily said on Thursday. Jessica nodded slowly.
“Yeah. I guess. I’ve been working with Kevin on some stuff,” Jessica said. “And he’s making sure I’m eating enough every day. So you don’t have to worry.” She gave a smile.
“Good. Someone needs to make sure you are,” Emily replied with a giggle. Then she grew serious again. “But seriously. I’ve been praying for you, and so has Annie.”
“Thanks, Emily,” Jessica said. “If you could, would you keep praying? For me and for my family? And for Kevin?”
“Sure,” Emily said. “Of course.” Jessica smi
Jessica's Life, Ch. 2: DistractedJessica's Life, Ch. 2: Distracted
Characters: Jessica, Kevin, Lauren, Emily, Brandon, Monica, Valerie
Summary: It's getting closer to the championship game, but Jessica can't focus. With Aunt Lauren worse, why does anything matter? And how can she possible go on when her whole world is crashing in on her?
A couple of weeks later, Jessica was at soccer practice. But her heart wasn’t in it. She looked over at Kevin, wondering how he was holding himself together.
Aunt Lauren was worse. Much worse. The doctors had moved her into the hospital so they could try to take care of her better. Jessica really hated seeing her aunt so sick.
“Jess, are you okay? You seem a little out of it today,” Emily said, placing her hand on her friend’s shoulder. Jessica just shook her head.
“I can’t talk about it,” she muttered through tears. She jogged over to Kevin when he motioned to her.
“Jessica, I know this is really hard. But she wouldn’t want you to
Jessica's Life, Ch. 1: Family Jessica's Life, Ch. 1: Family
Characters: Jessica, Emily, Valerie, Kevin, Monica, Annie, Lauren, Susan, Nelson, Rob, Brandon
Summary: Jessica doesn't want to tell her friends what's really going on. She will only drop little hints.
The girls sat on a bench in the park after their big game.
“Kevin’s just a big softie, Jess. You know that,” Emily Winters said. “He’s not going to do anything about it.”
“I hope not. Sometimes it’s fun having my cousin as my coach, but most of the time, I hate it. He knows me way too well,” Jessica Morris said, frowning. “Did you know he used to chase me around our grandmother’s house when we all went there for holidays? And he used to tease me all the time.”
“Is that so bad?” Emily asked, laughing. The only cousin she knew was her cousin Nate who lived in New York. Holidays, at least before her dad married Christina, had been quiet affairs in her home because they had no fa
Emily's Asthma TroubleEmily's Asthma Trouble
Characters: Emily, Tiffany, Jessica, Valerie, Monica, Kevin, Damien, Annie, Emily's family
Summary: Emily is having trouble with her asthma, and they have a huge and important soccer game coming up.
Tiffany ran down the soccer field and kicked the ball. Emily glared at her, still annoyed over that had happened years before. It irked her that Tiffany was so happy with her boyfriend, and here she was, broken up and her heart breaking.
“Jessica! Pass it here!” A voice pulled Emily out of her thoughts and back to the practice game at hand. She glanced over at Valerie, who now had the ball and was racing down the field.
Practice was exhausting, and all the girls were breathing hard. Emily was having more trouble than usual with her breathing, and her coach called her over.
“Emily, are you feeling okay today?” Kevin asked her.
“Yeah… I’m fine,” she replied, still breathing heavily. She knew she had to take care of her as
Heartbroken.... Yet HopefulHeartbroken... Yet Hopeful
Characters: Annie, Travis, Melissa, Christina, another boy
Summary: Annie, as she prepares for graduation from college, is fully in love with Travis. But then she gets a weird message.
Annie sat on their bench, waiting for Travis to show up. He was unusually late for their normal meeting, and she started to get concerned. It wasn't like him to keep her waiting.
It had been a little bit more than a year since he asked her to become his girlfriend, and now that she was almost graduating, she was expecting something big from him. He had said he wanted to talk to her.
"Come on, sweetheart. Where are you?" she said softly. "You know I have class at 1." It was 12:45, and she couldn't wait much longer. She decided to text him.
Hey trav. I waited for you at our normal spot, but you never showed up. I have to go to class now. Text me, okay? Love you.
She frowned. As she waited, her concern turned into annoyance. Finally
Summary: A boy tells Emily she looks beautiful, and she doesn't know what to think.
Emily walked out of class that morning, feeling a bit happy. She had just gotten back her test, and she had done better on it than she expected.
"Hey, Emily! Wait up!" she heard a voice call out. She turned around to see Noah coming towards her, waving. She gave a little wave back.
"So how did you do on that test?" he asked as he caught up with her.
"Better than on the last one," Emily replied with a smile. "How about you?"
"I did fine. Mine was about the same," Noah answered. They continued walking towards the cafeteria and talked about their classes.
"So anyways, I kinda like this class, but I'm not sure yet. He's a good professor," Emily said. Noah nodded but didn't say anything.
"Emily, wait. Before we hit the crowds, I wanted to tell you. You look beautiful today," Noah said after an awkward pause. Emily glanced down, her cheeks on fire.
"Thanks," she muttered, turning away. T
(Req) Methods of Communication (Canada x Reader)
"Ahh! Oh no!"
Pausing mid-sip of your drink, you glanced up.
Matthew Williams, probably one of the most discussed guys in your year at college, was standing a ways across from where you swear, beneath a large oak tree that had likely been planted there when the college was first built. Its great height and width stood as a testament to just how much both it and the college itself had grown since their beginning. From the distance you stood, it looked like Matthew had dropped a folding, sending a wad of papers scattered about his sneakered feet like giant, grounded butterflies. He hastily crouched, grabbing at the papers haphazardly, in a desperate attempt to stop them from being swept away by the breeze snaking its way between the buildings, but taking care not to crumple or rip the pages.
One paper, however, missed his frantic fingers and zoomed off, carried away by the air current. You glanced down, jolting slightly in surprise at the paper slapped into the leg of your jeans. Bending
AlliesXDead!Reader: I didn't notice , I love you~At The Allies Meeting..........
Here we are at the Allies' Meeting well it wasn't much of a meeting all of them were just sulking. Why? Its because a girl named (y/n) had died they had accused her of killing Kyra Vaski the personification of Pangea .
Russia smelled like Vodka and the sunflowers he has have all wilted he had spent most of his days at a bar drinking until he passed out.
France had stopped flirting and smelled like vomit like Russia he drank much to his heart Content.
America had stopped calling himself a hero , he didn't even dare to eat a burger like the two he hasn't eaten anything except for beer.
England the man who claimed he was a gentleman and hated it when his brothers came home drunk but now he was drunk himself , he even burned all of his books.
And lastly China the most cheerful and self proclaimed big brother of the Asians was sad but at least he wasn't the worst the only thing he drank was water.......
The Allies were having a m
Reader x Trickster!Nepeta: Egg Coloring"EY YO BITCHIE-"
"Oh my god she's still alive are you kidding me?"
Your name is ___ ___ and your... matesprit, Nepeta Leijon, Tac as you call her, is frantically pounding on your door.
"BITCHIE LEMME IN I REALLY NEED TO MAKE PLANS WITH MEW AND YOUR CUTE BUTT."
"Do we have to?" you groaned. You were literally laying on the floor of your cute little one-story apartment. Your Siamese cat, Simi, licked your nose. Simi was fond of the troll and in return, the troll was fond of Simi.
"Uh. Well not really but I'd sure as hell purrefur mew did." you heard her make a face. "And befur mew ask, no I didn't kill anyone this time. Da po-po let me furreeeeee~" the Trickster chirped.
"Fine." you simply said, wiggling over to the door and sitting up, staring at the oversized wood plank. "What's the password?"
"THERE'S A PASSWORD?!"
You stifled a laugh, merely smirking and standing up, stepping back to dodge the olive blood's attempted tackle-pounce as you opened the door. "Hello t
A Southern Story: Chelsea at the supermarketHey! How you doing, I haven’t seen you since before the reception!
Aww, that’s good to hear, glad everything’s going okay for you! Me? Oh, I’m just bracing myself for this coming football season. I got stuck in charge of the cheerleaders again, and you know how that turned out LAST year. Put all that effort into getting skinny, ah, well, you know, not quite so hugely fat, and they all looked at me doing that and went back to stuffing their faces.
I’ve already made up my mind, I’m not even going to try this year to make these girls lose any weight. It's down to them, if they want to look good, they can stop stuffing their greedy little faces. If they want to make terrible messes out of themselves, then go ahead, have that fourth plate of nachos. I’m just gonna sit back and let them do it.
We had our first meeting last week and guess who just waltzed in ten minutes late, shoving a Hershey’s bar in her face? Kaitlyn O’Leary, reme
Easter Sexy - TGMy mother buttoned up my shirt, shaking her head because I kept pulling away. I hated having my shirt buttoned up, so I would always undo the buttons. Before I could undo them, my mother handed me a little green weaved basket with my name on the side. Immediately, I knew what time it was and I jumped in place. “Easter eggs, Easter eggs, Easter eggs!”
My mother laughed and my shirt into my jeans, kissing my forehead and standing up, taking my tiny hand. “Yes, it’s time for the Easter egg hunt, and this year we hid more eggs than we have ever done before. So hopefully you get lots and lots of candy.” Her comment just made me pull on her arm harder, wanting her to start moving. “Alright, calm down Jacob.”
Finally, my mother started moving out of the room and where all of my cousins were waiting. I broke away from my mom and ran to my favorite cousin, Elise. We hugged each other and started telling stories while we waited for our aunts and uncles t
A Southern Story: Tori's RealizationOh, hey.
Ah, nothing much, I just figured, you know. It's a nice day to do some sunbathing, better not waste it. What's up with you? How you been?
Ah, good for you, glad to see SOMEBODY'S been having a good time recently. . .
Ah, no, no, it's nothing big, I've just been having a rough time the past few months.
You probably heard by now, right? Well. . . It's true, I broke 200 pounds. That's old news, though.
You want to know about the most RECENT kick in my super-sized ass? Well. . . Eh, screw it, it's not like you won't hear it from someone else anyway.
I went to the doctor the other day, already knowing I was over 200, I'd weighed myself a few weeks before, and I was something like 202. That was bad, you know, I had a whole “OH MY GOD I BROKE 200!' thing. Elizabeth being Elizabeth, she had to mess with me, throw me a party to celebrate my being fat, but honestly, I kind of chalked it up to, I dunno, natural weight fluctuations or something, but what that doctor was tellin
The Shrine Maiden
It was a cold December night. At an old shrine by a river, drummers beat an ancient rhythm. Lanterns burned brightly, illuminating the paths between the many stalls hastily assembled around it. Children flocked from game to game, an old priest sold protective amulets, and local artists displayed their work. Schoolgirls trilled like songbirds. A young couple shared an order of takoyaki. My stomach rumbled, reminding me I hadn't eaten that day.
At the time, I was a young freeter, drifting from job to job with the seasons. My previous employer had let me go two weeks before the festival, and my savings were running low. Even the internet cafe where I usually slept would become too expensive before long. Needless to say, I hadn't stopped by the festival to sample its overpriced food and souvenirs. I had a different objective in mind.
On most nights, the shrine grounds had no cover to hide a 174-cm man with a backpack. On mos
Mother and Daughter Moment: The Escape ArtistYeah, I know I broke my own rule with that last story – let’s just say it was a rare aberration. They do happen from time to time, you know – in the same way that, just occasionally, I find myself challenged in other ways.
A few years back, I was in Kensington High Street, doing a little window shopping when I saw this mother walking past, carrying some designer bags. She was about five eleven in height, with blonde hair that fell down her back, and wore a black sweater, blue jeans and knee length black leather boots with the cuffs turned down.
Her daughter was about fifteen years old, and also had long blonde hair. She was wearing a black short sleeved top over a long sleeved green one, blue denim shorts over black leggings, and black Ugg boots. She was talking to her mum as she passed me, about the nice new earrings that she had bought for her.
They seemed to me a typical Kensington mum and daughter, and the bags they were carrying suggested
Transformation Plate - TGI ran my fingers along the leather steering wheel, waiting for the employee to finish putting my new license plate in place. After some time, the employee knocked on my window and gestured for me to roll down the window. “Alright, William, you are all set to go.” I nodded and pulled a twenty dollar bill out of my pocket, handing it to the employee, telling him to keep the change.
I backed out of the parking lot and started driving off down the road, turning on the music to a country station. It wasn’t my favorite genre, but I didn’t mind listening to it, plus I was too focused on the road to search through stations right now.
My home was an hour away and across the state border, so I was glad that I was in a new, comfortable car on the way back. About fifteen minutes into my drive, I felt a cold sensation on my legs along with a new feeling around my feet. At the next stoplight, I looked down at my legs and cocked my head at the jeans ripped midway up my thighs
Modern Woman at the WellModern Version of "Woman at the Well" By Manwathiel
There was this one day, that strange day
I was on my way home after work and decided to stop at Starbucks. While I was there, I saw an older woman sitting by herself. She looked sad and lonely, so I asked if I could sit with her. She said yes, and I sat down at her small table.
"What's wrong?" I asked, for you will remember she looked sad.
"Twelve years. it's been twelve years," she said very slowly. "Twelve years to the day. Since he died." This came very slowly, but in the end, I learned that her husband had died twelve years before on that particular day. She also told me that, shortly before he died, he became a Christian. She didn't seem very happy with that fact, so I started telling her about how loving God is and how much He wants her.
"God wants you to love Him, and if your husband accepted Christ before he passed away, then he's in heaven, dancing and celebrating with God. I'm sure John would want you to join hi
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