It's 4:30 P.M. And you are packing your bags, getting ready to go home. Most of the students had already left, and being a slow packer, (and a klutz) you are one of the last one to stay in the classroom. Wanting to catch up to your jackass friends that didn't wait for you, you hurriedly run to the door... Only to trip over a bag. You faceplant on the floor....
Author's Note: Hey there guys and gals it's me again. I hope you weren't too excited for this chapter since it took me so long to get it done. Honestly I didn't do much work these last months. Mainly I enjoyed my freetime since I finally graduated from highschool. But I do hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the previous one, but before it starts I have s...
Loud, rhythmic, intense music shook the basement of the five-story apartment building. The spacious basement held close to two hundred students as they danced, jumped, and acted completely wild to the deejay and the music blaring from six-foot tall speakers scattered all around. Dim lights and pulsating white, red, and green strobe lights cast eerie shadows...
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"Wow!" exclaimed Melanie. "We've never been here before!" It had been a long, two-hour drive upstate to the northern reaches of New York's Finger Lakes. The congestion of Manhattan had given way to neat rows of suburban houses, and then to the countryside and more spacious settings. By the time Melanie and George reached their destination, things were downr...
"Good morning, Mr. Pollox! How was your summer?" Rowan sweetly and excitedly waved from her desk as Mr. Pollox, one of the school's English teachers, walked into the office to pick up his mail and staff guide. "Rowan, please! Call me James. I'm your colleague, not your teacher!" James chuckled. "My summer was great. My wife and I traveled a lot, and we jus...
The AH School Newspaper Senior Prom Report Well, this reporter had a blast at the Senior Prom Thursday night! I hope all you readers did too! I took a notebook and a tape recorder with me so here it is, your report on the AH Prom from your reporter, MagicaPractica! I walked into the AH Prom with Vermilion, after we met outside and complimented each other...
I saw the frat house as we turned the corner. Ken and Tracy were still in front of us but I couldn't see Tommy or James. I figured they were behind us watching my sundress flip over my ass as we walked. We got to the porch of the house and Joey lowered me down off his back. Tracy was standing on the porch after hopping off Ken's back. She seemed to be reco...
[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE; THIS STORY IS TOLD WITHOUT RESERVE OR POLITICAL CORRECTNESS; READER SHOULD TAKE CARE AND CONSIDER LOOKING ELSEWHERE; CONCLUSION HARD EDGED; READER MUST BE 21 OR ABOVE.] [THIS STORY CENTERS AROUND A MALE BULLY WHO GETS HIS COMEUPPANCE FROM HIS OWN DAUGHTER; HIS PUNISHMENT I...
The fist rocketed past my face. It was as if the entire world went into slow motion. I remembered every hair, pore, and bead of sweat on that entire arm as it railed past my sight. My eyes met his as he finished his straight punch, but my hands were still raised up to my cheeks. Punch him back, hit him, do something! I yelled at myself in that moment. But my...