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Short Story Sunday 148: Dance


            Melissa had no idea how awesome Dylan was until she had asked him to go to the school dance with her. Dylan immediately said yes nodding his head excessively like a puppy all too excited to go for a walk around the block.

“You’re taking Dylan?” Melissa’s friends had asked in disgust.

“I can’t believe you would do that to yourself.”

“There’s a reason no one asked him to go. No one wants him there.”

Melissa stood in her bedroom looking at herself in her full-length mirror that hung on the inside of her closet door. She had decided to wear a turquoise dress that flowed just below her knees. The straps hugged the curve of her shoulders to be considered tank-top like, but like a t-shirt at the same time. Either way, she had a pale orange shawl to drape around herself in case a teacher called her out on it.

“Knock, knock.”

Melissa looked over her shoulder before turning her attention back to herself in the mirror. “Hey, Mom.”

“Oh, Melissa, you look beautiful! As soon as you’re ready I want to get your picture, okay?” her mother cooed right behind her.

Melissa smiled. “Yeah, I figured Mom.

“Dylan is going to absolutely love this on you!”

“You don’t even know Dylan.” Melissa turned her body away from the mirror and looked at her mother skeptically.

Her mother shrugged. “Yes, I know. But how could anyone not like the way you look right now?”

Melissa couldn’t help but smirk. Then she looked down at the ground sheepishly.

Her mother pursed her lips together deep in thought. Then she pointed to Melissa’s bed and gave her daughter a gentle push towards it.

Melissa obeyed, even though she had no idea what her mother was doing. Once she made it over to her bed, her mother pushed her shoulders down to make her sit.

“What’s wrong?” Melissa asked.

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” Her mother said, sitting down beside her. She put a hand on Melissa’s back and rubbed it in small circles. “You were so excited for this dance and then, over time, you seemed to lose interest in it.”

Melissa sighed turning the other way. She didn’t mean to have her mother notice.

“I didn’t want to say anything because I thought maybe you were nervous. I also thought that by putting on this gorgeous dress, all your worries would disappear because… Well, look at you!” she exclaimed.

Melissa laughed.

“And I’m not just saying that because I’m your mother.”

“You are because you have to.”

“Am not,” her mother scoffed. “Dylan is going to think the exact same thing.”

Melissa remained silent.

“Did something happen between the two of you? Is he not taking you to the dance anymore for some reason?” her mother then gasped interrupting herself. “Oh, no, did another girl ask him out and decided to go with her instead leaving you dateless?”

Melissa looked up at her mother and cracked a small smile. Her mother’s mind sure did love to wander. “No,” she chuckled. “It doesn’t have anything to do with Dylan.” She paused to think about it. “Well, actually, I guess it does have to do with Dylan.”

Melissa stood up and paced in circles around the middle of her bedroom. Her feet were already aching from her silver three-inch heels and the dance didn’t even start for another 45 minutes.

“My friends aren’t going to be hanging out with us at the dance tonight. It’s just going to be me and Dylan.” Melissa began. “And don’t get me wrong, I want to hang out with Dylan. Otherwise I wouldn’t have invited him,” Melissa drew in a deep breath and turned to face her mother. “I asked Dylan because he doesn’t have any friends. When our homeroom teacher mentioned the dance, everyone signed up to contribute except for him because he said he wasn’t going. None of the girls asked him.”

Melissa’s mother rolled her eyes. “See, this is why I hate these kinds of dances. It doesn’t matter whether you have a date or not, or who asks you or doesn’t ask you. As long as you’re there with your friends, happy, and have a good time, then that’s all that matters.”

“I know,” Melissa agreed nodding her head, “and I think Dylan should be able to go and have a good time as well. That’s why I asked him to go with me. I figured he could hang out with my friends.”

“That was very nice of you, Melissa.” Her mother smiled and then slowly nodded with her lips pursed again. “But, if I’m going to take a wild guess, I’d assume that you didn’t ask your friends about this first and now they’re mad because they don’t want to hang out with Dylan?”

“They’re not mad I invited him. They thought it was nice of me to include him because he’s such a loser.”

“Melissa, that’s not a nice thing to say at all!”

“Those are Laura’s words, not mine.” Melissa defended herself with her hands up in the air. She then relaxed her body and continued. “Even though they thought it was nice of me, they don’t feel the same way about including him.”

“So they think he should go to the dance as long as they don’t have to hang out with him?” her mother asked.

Melissa nodded.

“That’s stupid.”

Melissa shrugged.

The doorbell rang from downstairs and Melissa’s father called up to them announcing Dylan’s presence. Melissa sighed as her mother called back down saying they’ll be there in a minute.

“Rule number one, girls take a long time to get ready. Don’t be surprised if Melissa goes into the girls’ bathroom a lot at the dance.”

Melissa’s mouth gaped open as she overheard her father talking to Dylan downstairs. Her mother rolled her eyes.

“I’ll get him for that later,” she said casually, “Anyway, you asked Dylan to the dance and that was a very nice thing of you to do. I’m sure he’s super excited that a girl asked him and he’s able to go.”

“He is. You should have seen the way he agreed to go with me.” Melissa laughed.

“Then he’s the kind of person you want to be hanging out with at this dance. Someone who will have fun, someone who will be with you through the whole event,” Her mother explained. “You don’t want to be hanging out with your friends anyway if they’re going to complain the entire time. Don’t let them bring you down you’re all there to have fun. Besides, I’m sure your friends will notice the wonderful time you’re having with Dylan, they’ll feel left out, and come over and join you. Then they’ll see how great Dylan is too.”

Melissa stood straighter taking in her mother’s advice. She nodded in agreement.

“Ready?” her mother asked.

Melissa smiled. “Ready.”

She and mother walked down the stairs, her mother a few steps in front of her. She introduced herself to Dylan giving him a hug. Melissa giggled noticing Dylan stiffen awkwardly. That was the thing about her parents, they were extremely welcoming, but it was always to the point that it was smothering the new guests. Then again, Melissa would rather that than them being too skeptical about the people she brought home.

“Wow,” Dylan’s jaw dropped, “you look pretty. I mean, beautiful. Well, gorgeous. I mean… You look good.”

Melissa was flattered and embarrassed at the same time. She pressed her lips together to hold in her laughter at his nervousness. She then nodded her head and managed to mutter a, “thank you.”

She then cleared her throat and pointed to him. “You look very handsome yourself.”

Dylan rubbed the back of his neck turning the other way. “Not really, it’s my older brother’s suit…” he looked down at his other hand which held a bouquet of tulips. He held it out to her.

“Oh, yeah, I got you these. I couldn’t find a corsage that matched your dress, so I… Well, I matched your dress with my tie!” Dylan interrupted himself and pointed to his tie. Then he lifted up the ankle of his suit pants. “And my socks, too,”

Melissa giggled at the bright turquoise socks.

“I think the socks are more aqua than turquoise, but… Oh, the flowers!” Dylan dropped his pant leg down again and held out the bouquet. Melissa took them gratefully.

“Tulips?” she asked.

“I noticed you have a couple of notebooks covered with pictures of tulips. I thought they might be your favorite?” he asked.

“They are,” Melissa nodded.

“Great!” Dylan grinned ecstatic.

Melissa picked out a rose in the middle of the tulips. “Where did this one come from?” she held it up only to realize that it was fake.

“Oh, I couldn’t find any fake tulips, so I had to get a rose.” Dylan explained.

Melissa titled her head to the side still confused.

Dylan drew in a breath and pointed to the rose. “The tulips, as beautiful as they are, are going to die within a week or so. The rose will stay forever and you can always remember the night. Well, hopefully you’ll want to remember the night.” He chuckled and turned the other way nervously again.

Melissa couldn’t help but keep a goofy grin on her face. She couldn’t believe Dylan would do something like this for her, especially since they barely knew each other at all.

“This is the least I could do for you taking me under your wing. I’ve never been to a school dance before.” Dylan admitted. “I want to make the night really special for you in return. Also because I, well, I know that your friends may not be hanging out with us tonight.”

Melissa stiffened. “What makes you say that?”

“They told me so.”


“Don’t worry I’m not here to start any drama.” Dylan put up his hands defensively. “They came up to me the other day and told me that it was either me or them. I told them that it was up to you, but you had asked me so I wasn’t going to back out on you.”

Melissa felt her face grow hot. She wasn’t sure if it was due to being embarrassed or angry. She figured it was probably a mixture of both.

“They told me that I was going to ruin your night and I told them that I was going to give you the best night.” Dylan paused for a moment. “I mean, that’s not why I gave you the flowers and stuff… I was planning on doing that anyway.”

Melissa shook her head a little trying to take in everything. She couldn’t believe that her friends would be so cruel to actually try to tell Dylan off like that. Sure, he was a loner, but he was a great guy. They was no reason no one should not like him.

“Well,” Melissa glanced back at her mother real quick before looking back at Dylan, “we’re going to the dance to have fun and get to know each other better. If my friends see what an awesome time we’re having and want to join, they can. Otherwise, I’m all yours for the night.”

Dylan frowned. “You should hang out with your friends, too.”

“I will be.” Melissa replied.

Dylan hesitated, but then smiled as soon as he realized what Melissa had just said. He held out his arm for Melissa to take. “Shall we?”

Melissa smiled and linked her arm in his. “Let’s get this party started.”

After giving her parents a quick wave, Melissa and Dylan walked through the front door and down the walkway to Dylan’s old car.

“Wow,” Melissa heard her dad say to her mother, “that guy is good!”

“Shush,” her mother hissed, “how many times do I have to tell you to start talking after we close the door or they’re out of sight?”

Melissa looked at Dylan as he opened her car door for her. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Nothing,” she smiled and sat down in the passenger seat.

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Short Story Sunday 147: Chef


            Selena took the handle of the pan in her left hand and flipped the pancake high in the air. As she set it back down on the stove, she took a pinch of cinnamon in her right hand and sprinkled it along the top of the pancake. She breathed into the warm scent and smiled content.

“What is that smell?”

Selena looked over her shoulder and noticed her sister, Aubrey, entering the kitchen. She was still in her teal pajamas bottoms with a black spaghetti strap tank top. Her hair was sticking up in places Selena didn’t know was possible and Aubrey rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand groggily.

“I’m making pancakes. Doesn’t it smell delicious?” Selena took another deep breath through her nose. She sighed happily.

“It smells so good, it woke me right up.” Aubrey yawned.

“Well, it didn’t wake you up that much.”

“Once I have a bite I’m sure I’ll wake up more.” Aubrey chuckled. She sat down at the kitchen table and leaned back in her chair. She watched her sister flip over the pancake again and sprinkle something on it. She tilted her head to the side in confusion.

“Cinnamon,” Selena said without turning around to look at her sister. “I was going to make blueberry pancakes, but we’re out of blueberries. So I decided to make chocolate chip. But we’re out of chocolate chips too.”

“Oh, yeah… I melted the last of the chocolate chips to have something to dip my animal crackers in.” Aubrey stated.

Selena nodded her approval. Chocolate covered animal crackers were the best, especially if you dipped it yourself in freshly melted, creamy chocolate.

“Anyway,” Selena continued, “I found cinnamon in the cabinet. We never use cinnamon and I wondered how it would taste with pancakes.”

“I’m sure it’ll taste just as fine as it smells.” Aubrey said.

Selena took the pancake off the pan and placed it onto a large plate. She picked up the batter and poured the rest into the pan. Steam rose into the air and the beige batter bubbled up as it sizzled against the hot metal.

“You made enough batter to make only two pancakes?” Aubrey asked.

“One for each of us,” Selena pointed to the already made pancake. “It’s as big as the whole pan. It’s two in one.”

“What if I want four?”

“Then you can make more yourself.” Selena said. Then she picked up the pancake mix and looked inside. “Actually, we’re all out of pancake mix now.”

“We should go food shopping soon, I guess, huh?’ Aubrey asked.

“I don’t really think our lack of pancake mix, chocolate chips, blueberries, and cinnamon is a reason to have to go food shopping.” Selena laughed as she sprinkled more cinnamon onto the pancake after flipping it over.

“We have cinnamon.” Aubrey said.

“Not anymore.”

“You used the last of it? But we never use cinnamon.”

“I put a lot on, I think. Because we never use it,” Selena smiled.

Selena turned off the burner and picked up the pan dropping the freshly made pancake onto the large plate. She put the pan down on the back burner to let it cool. She picked up the plate with the two pancakes and brought it over to the table where Aubrey sat. Aubrey breathed in the pancakes as they were placed in front of her while Selena came back to the table with a bottle of maple syrup and two forks.

“I don’t get my own plate?” Aubrey teased.

“The dishwasher is still going and we have no clean plates.” Selena said. She poured the syrup all over the pancakes until there was nothing left. “And now we’re out of maple syrup.”

Aubrey cut a piece of pancake with her fork and stabbed it bringing it up to her mouth. “What would mom and dad say if they saw us right now?” she chuckled before taking a bite.

Selena chewed her piece and swallowed. “Dad would be proud. I don’t know about Mom.”

Aubrey groaned with a smile on her face. “This is so good! I’m glad you decided you would take over the cooking when we moved in here.”

Selena closed her eyes grinning goofily. She nodded. She was a fantastic cook, if she had to say so herself.

“Thank you, little sister.” Aubrey held up her fork with a piece of pancake on the end as a toast.

“To us for being adults!” Selena held up her own fork and they clinked them together before taking a bite in unison.

Aubrey laughed as she chewed. “You know, aside from the lack of food and all the dirty dishes.”

“But we have fun.” Selena winked.

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Short Story Sunday 146: Thought


            “Oh. I never thought about that before.” Morgan said tapping her chin with her index finger.

“Yeah, well…” Brody said in an I-told-you-so tone. He smiled as though he had won the argument. Then Morgan smirked and Brody’s smile faded quickly.

“Your problem is that I don’t really care.”

Brody swallowed a thick lump in his throat. He didn’t understand how her lack of caring was his problem and not hers. As far as he was concerned, he was going to get a good grade on the project. But, since she wasn’t doing anything, she wouldn’t get the credit.

“You forgot that Mr. Mack said that we need to work as a team because we’re all getting the same grade.” Morgan said putting her hands on her hips and raising her head just a little bit higher. It was obvious she felt superior over him, but Brody knew that wasn’t true in the least bit. She wasn’t even older than him.

“That doesn’t mean I’m not going to tell Mr. Mack that you didn’t do any work. I’m sure he’ll make an exception.” Brody countered. He assumed his science teacher would hear Brody out at the least. Morgan never turned in her homework and Brody did. It shouldn’t be too hard to imagine that he would do all the work and Morgan would take all the credit. Morgan was even late to class that day. She missed Mr. Mack’s whole explanation on the project. Did she go up to him after class and ask for the information? No, of course not.

Morgan smirked again. “Mr. Mack is one of the toughest teachers. I highly doubt he’ll make an exception, especially for someone like you.”

Brody narrowed his eyes. He purposely stayed away from Morgan. He knew she was bad news and she didn’t care about anything or anyone but herself. Yet, Mr. Mack drew names randomly out of a hat, so he was stuck being her science partner.

“Also,” Morgan continued her tone icy, “Mr. Mack said we would all get the same grade because he didn’t want to deal with any drama. You would just be creating drama if you went to complain to him and he wouldn’t take that very lightly, would he?”

Brody opened his mouth to protest and then closed it again. He hated to admit it, but Morgan was right about that one. If he complained to his teacher, then Mr. Mack would most likely think Brody wasn’t doing any of the work and was just trying to get all the credit for himself to get an A.

“I mean, I could very well go complain to Mr. Mack and say you weren’t doing any of the work and I was.” Morgan suggested.

Brody’s face dropped. She just read his mind.

But she wouldn’t complain to Mr. Mack and lie to him like that, would she? Yeah, she probably would. Would Mr. Mack believe her over Brody? He hoped not.

“Okay, I think I’ve heard enough.”

Brody jumped at the new voice coming from behind him. Seeing Morgan’s face drop and her eyes grew wide, Brody wasn’t sure if this familiar voice was good or bad for him. It sure looked bad for Morgan.

Brody turned around and stiffened upon seeing Mr. Mack right behind him.

“Mr. Mack,” Brody said, “we both have a free period right now.” He was not going to get into trouble for being in the empty hallways at school when he didn’t have class.

“That’s fine,” Mr. Mack replied.

“I came to find Brody because I suggested we work on our project, but he told me no. So don’t be too surprised if it’s late.” Morgan stated. Brody furrowed his brows but didn’t dare to turn back around and face her.

Mr. Mack cocked an eyebrow. “Morgan, there’s no need to lie. I already heard your entire conversation.”

Brody smiled. Now he turned around just because he wanted to see the look on her face. She was obviously caught, yet she was still smiling.

“So, you mean to say that you heard Brody say that he’s going to tattle on me even though I’ve been doing the brunt of the project?” Morgan asked.

“No,” Mr. Mack glared at her, “I mean to say that I heard Brody trying to work things out with you, but you refused to do any of the work.” Morgan’s smile left her face and she froze.

“Then,” he continued, “he was going to do the right thing by coming to me about it and you tried to twist his words as well as my own in an attempt to talk him out of it.”

Morgan opened her mouth, but Mr. Mack held up a hand to silence her.

“I don’t want to hear anymore on it, Morgan. I’ve heard the whole conversation and I’m not going to continue to allow you to bully Brody into doing this project for you.” Mr. Mack took a deep breath and cracked a smile. “So, good news for you! You can work alone on this project.”

Brody smiled and looked upward praising the sky. He always hated working in groups, but he was able to at least tolerate it if people did their job. Thanks to Mr. Mack, Brody’s headache could finally go away since he never wanted to work with Morgan in the first place.

Morgan hesitated to respond, but she forced a smile and crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, that’s good! I mean, now I can finally do the work without worrying if Brody does his part.”

Brody raised an eyebrow. This chick was nuts.

Mr. Mack winked at Brody and then smiled at Morgan. “Don’t forget,” he continued walking. “The project is due tomorrow.”

Morgan’s jaw dropped. Brody chuckled and turned away to leave. This had been a month-long science project and he had already completed it.

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Short Story Sunday 145: Wedding Adventures (Dear Diary)

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When you’re at the tender age of being somewhere in your twenties, it’s weird to think that your friends are getting married, buying houses, having children… You know, stuff that adults do.

When Kris told me that her childhood best friend was engaged, I was surprised because I thought they were too young. She was 25 or so when she got engaged, so no. That’s not too young at all. That’s a good age to get engaged, especially when you’ve been with your significant other for a few years.

Kris was in the bridal party as a bridesmaid. She was able to get a plus-one and chose to bring me along on account my parents were invited on their own since they were the parents of a bridal party member.

The church was about an hour or so away from our house. Kris had gone up the night before which left Mom, Dad, and me to our own devices to get ourselves there.

Kris’s friend and her fiancé had met at college. They attended a Catholic school together and the school had a church. That’s where they were getting married. You would think it’d be easy to find a church when it’s among a huge campus, but that’s just the thing. It’s in the middle of the huge campus.

The ceremony started at three in the afternoon. I assumed we would leave our house around 1:30 to be there by 2:30. We’d be on time with plenty of it left to spare and we’d be able to get a good seat at the church.

1:30 came and went as my parents still tried to get themselves ready to go. It was around two o’clock when we finally left our house. I had been texting Kristen back and forth.

“Are you guys here yet?” she had asked.

I replied, “We just left.”

Apparently, just about everyone was already at the church.

“Don’t worry, the GPS says it’ll take about 45 minutes to get there.” Mom had explained to me as soon as we got into the car.

But what about traffic? I didn’t say anything though. I couldn’t complain about not leaving earlier since we couldn’t go back in time and leave earlier. Plus, I had no major part in the wedding, so it wasn’t going to affect the ceremony if we weren’t there.

Sure enough, we hit traffic. It was a Saturday afternoon so you wouldn’t think there would be many people out on the road, but accidents do happen. Once we got past that, about a half hour or so, we were smooth sailing.

It was about 2:50 when we arrived at the campus. There were many entrances to the college campus as there are so many different buildings plus the church. We passed by a big sign that said the church’s name.

“There it is!” I pointed out the window, but Dad kept driving.

“The GPS says we have another quarter mile.” Mom said.

“Mom, the GPS is taking us to the college, not the church. The church was right back there.” I explained.

“Where am I going?” Dad asked.

“But this is what the GPS says.” Mom said.

“I saw the limo back there. That’s where the church is. We missed the turn.” I said exasperated. Sure, listen to the GPS over a human being.

“Hello? Where am I going?” Dad asked again.

“Turn here.” Mom pointed to the next right. Dad turned in and Mom smiled. “See? Look at all the cars parked here!”

“Look at everyone in football attire out on that field…” Dad stated driving slowly by the parked cars.

“It’s a college and a Saturday. I’m sure there are other events going on… Such as a football game,” I sighed.

Mom stared at the GPS with furrowed brows. “Oh.”

“So where do I park?” Dad asked.

“Where the church is,” Mom replied.

“Where’s the church?”

“I don’t know…”

“It was way back there!” I exclaimed.

“Oh, there’s a guy. Roll down your window and ask him.” Mom poked Dad on the arm which resulted in him growling at her, but he rolled down his window anyway.

The man took out his headphones and looked at us with confusion as soon as Dad asked where the church was.

“Um, go back the way you came and it should be your last left. There’s a huge sign, you can’t miss it.”

I smirked in the back seat as Dad said thank you and rolled up his window. Mom chuckled and looked over her shoulder at me.

“But the GPS said…”

“It’s just about three o’clock now. Can we please stop talking about the GPS? Turn it off.” Dad muttered.

I muttered an “I told you so” but we remained silent until Dad pulled into the church.

“There’s the limo!” Mom pointed out the window as though we were sight-seeing Christmas lights.

“I told you that.” I said.

“Oh, there’s the church!” Mom unbuckled her seatbelt and was just about to open the car door, but stopped herself. I burst out laughing.

“What are you doing? I need to park first!” Dad shouted.

Mom laughed. “Sorry, I got excited.”

Dad pulled into a parking spot, though he wasn’t sure if he was able to park there or not. We all shrugged our shoulders not caring. It was 2:58 and we needed to get into that church.

We walked along the sidewalk trying to find the entrance to the church when Dad pushed Mom and me forward. “There she is! She’s getting out of the limo now!”

The bride was stepping out of the limo and the three of us broke into a run as our time was running out. I decided to wear heels to this wedding. I never wear heels. I’m sure watching me attempt to run was certainly a sight to see to any people passing by.

We stopped short right outside the entrance as the bride disappeared inside, her bridal party following behind her. Kris walked right by us without speaking a word. She shook her head with a disgusted face and that was it.

“What, we made it, didn’t we?” Dad called to her with an attitude.

We followed them inside, gave Kris and the bride a quick hug, and then entered to find our seats.

We attend church regularly every Sunday, but we have a small church with a small parish. For a college, one would think the church wouldn’t be too fancy, but I was wrong. The church was much bigger and beautiful that I originally pictured it.

“Holy shit,” I whispered and then flinched. I looked up at the ceiling. “Sorry…”

“Really?” Dad raised an eyebrow. I shrugged.

“Oh, look!” Mom pointed to some friends of Kris’s from school. They were in the back and the other seats were mostly filled, so we figured we’d sit with them.

We said hello and gave them hugs before sitting down. Mom walked into the pew, sat down, and then immediately stood back up to walk out of the pew. She pushed me aside, as I was coming into the pew next to her making me back out into the aisle.

“What are you doing?” Dad grunted.

“I want to sit on the end so I can take pictures.” Mom said.

“Oh, Jesus Christ…” Dad groaned.

“Really?” I mocked him laughing.

“Shut up,” he gave me a gentle push into the pew.

We waited another five minutes or so and then the ceremony started.

For the most part, the rest of the day went smoothly. Well, other than the fact that we left the church immediately after the ceremony and went to the reception hall when most people stayed back at the church for another hour or so. We had to wait around in the lobby of the resort for a while before they could let us in.

Kris had texted me wondering where we went. We had completely ditched her and she had to get a ride to the resort from the bride’s father.

Overall, the wedding was a good time. But it just goes to show that you really can’t take us anywhere.

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Short Story Sunday 144: Ants


They marched in line like ants working to build their home and gather food for their queen. They felt small like ants, too. No one appreciated them, no one respected them. Some of the students were beginning to go stir-crazy. Some students were beginning to rebel, therefore getting into a lot of trouble. Others attempted an escape which made things much worse for them, meaning they were going to have to stay longer.

Jaime had no idea why her parents wanted her to go to this boarding school. Most of the kids that were attending this school either stopped going to their public school or they got into trouble all the time that their parents simply couldn’t handle them anymore. Jaime wasn’t like that, though. She always did her homework, she was never late to school or any of her classes, and she stayed away from the troublesome kids. She respected her teachers and her parents. So, why would her parents ship her off to a boarding school where only the bad kids go?

She tried her best to remain as well-behaved as she could. Maybe even more so than she used to be. She had heard, when she first found out she was going to this school, that some kids on a rare occasion would get out early with good behavior. Jaime was already a good kid, so she could totally be one of those rare occasions. Right?

Jaime bumped into the tall kid in front of her as the line abruptly stopped. She grunted at the jolt and whispered a polite apology to the kid in front of her. She had been too busy trying to figure out her parents’ decisions for her that she completely forgot what was going on around her. Thankfully, though, the kid in front of her didn’t seem to notice Jaime had crashed right into her.

That was the other thing about the kids in this school. They would be sent here to be “fixed” if they were bad or sick. The longer they were here, the more brainwashed they got. Some of the kids were so numb from medication or the dull, weary routine of each day that they just gave up.

Jaime had only been at this school for one week. She vowed to never get like some of these other kids. She wasn’t going to go crazy because of a stupid boarding school. As long as Jaime kept track of the days (in her notebook back in her bedroom, there were no clocks around that she had seen), Jaime should be able to keep it together.

Then again, she had no idea how long she was supposed to be there for. She had assumed she would be out by the end of June since she was a senior in high school. But she hadn’t even heard from her parents since the bus came to pick her up at her house, which was two hours away. She never got care packages from them, not even a phone call.

Either way, she turned 18 in July so at least by then she would be able to check herself out, right?

The line was so long that Jaime had no idea why they had stopped in the middle of the hallway. She couldn’t poke her head around the bodies to try to see, either. If a teacher noticed her breaking form, she would go straight back to her bedroom and would have to start all over again. She learned that one the hard way, quickly. No one told her the rules when she had first arrived.

That was the difference between her old public school and this boarding school. At her high school they wanted the students to succeed. Here, they wanted the students to fail.

The line started moving again as the teacher up front began dispersing the kids into various classrooms. As the line moved forward, Jaime noticed three teachers walking a boy back towards the end of the line. Two of the teachers held onto his arms, even though he seemed to be walking willingly with them, and the third teacher walked behind them. As they got closer, Jaime averted her eyes to the ground. They were not allowed to make eye contact with students of the opposite sex. If she was caught staring, she would be considered nosy and therefore received the same punishment as the offender so she would know first-hand what was going on. Again, she had learned that the hard way when she first arrived.

When Jaime got to the front of the line, the teacher before her pointed to the right. Jaime bowed her head and broke the line to go into the classroom next door. There was only one seat left and it was right in the front row. She sighed taking the seat reluctantly. That was the problem having a last name that began with “R.” She always entered class as one of the last students. They had the freedom to choose their own seats (how big of the teachers, right?), but no one wanted to be in the direct eyesight of the teacher. So students always chose the seats in the back and worked their way to the front as the room got filled up.

Jaime hoped being in front all the time would give her brownie points, though. Maybe the teachers would assume she wanted to be up front paying close attention. Then again, they probably didn’t even notice. Brownie points most likely didn’t exist in this school.

Jamie sat down and looked at the wall to her left. Oh, right. No windows in the classrooms. She sat up straight folding her hands on her desk waiting for the teacher to arrive. She felt like a robot.

But June was a month away. She began a legal adult in two months. She could survive until then. If they still didn’t let her out… Well, her roommate already had an escape plan drawn up.

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Short Story Sunday 143: Three Days


            “You have three days to decide.”

Cassie sat on her bed, her comforter fluffed up around her. She sat with her legs crossed, hands folded neatly in her lap, with her posture as straight as it could be. She watched the new butler leave her room, closing the door with a soft click behind him. She kept a steady gaze on the closed door for a few moments, almost as if she expected someone, or something, else to come through her bedroom and give her some sort of warning.

Her father had recently hired Frederick to add another butler to their four-story mansion. Lucas, the butler before him, had passed away only recently. Cassie didn’t understand why, as he was young and healthy. Strange circumstances occurred and poor Lucas got caught in the crossfire. However, no one would fully explain it to the ruler’s 16-year-old daughter.

Cassie and Lucas were close. When she was a little girl she would often follow him around the house watching him do his chores and helping him out. He would play hide and seek with her on his days off and take special care of her when she was sick. Most often than not, she would call for Lucas to read her a bedtime story over her own father.

Devastation hit the Cooper Mansion when Lucas died unexpectedly. Cassie found herself not being able to leave her bedroom. What was she supposed to do without Lucas?

Her father hired Frederick to replace Lucas the day after his funeral. Cassie thought that was too soon. The mansion could go a couple of weeks without the top floor of the mansion being spotless. Then again, maybe that was just how her father was coping. Her father was close to Lucas as well.

Cassie decided to make the best of having Frederick around. After all, what else was she supposed to do? He didn’t cause Lucas’s death and he was part of the family now. She had to help him feel welcome and right at home. She was 16, though. She wasn’t going to ask him to play hide and seek with her around the mansion or ask him to read her a bedtime story. No, she would try to chat with him and get to know him whenever she was able to.

Frederick was more serious than Lucas was. Frederick had been the butler for two weeks now and Cassie still had yet to see him smile. She often told him jokes that Lucas had told her, but Frederick didn’t get them. She would do silly things about the mansion, but Frederick still wouldn’t smile. He only got frustrated at one more thing to clean up.

“I didn’t sign up for this…” he would mutter under his breath, which confused Cassie. Why would he get a job as a butler if he didn’t plan on taking care of the mansion and the family inside?

It wasn’t until Frederick came into her room that night and began speaking nonsense about the attic.

“I’ve never gone up into the attic” Cassie had told him. She had no idea what he was talking about. Besides, he had only been living in the mansion for two weeks. She was pretty sure he had no idea what he was talking about either.

Frederick said something important was to happen on her 17th birthday, which was just one week away. He had every intention to help her through it, but Cassie needed to be the one to make the decisions. Fredrick could guide her and that was just about it.

So when he told Cassie she had three days to decide whether she should go up to the attic or not, that would give them four days to prepare for her next birthday.

Yet, she’d be lying if she wasn’t curious. So, she mustered enough courage to step out of her bedroom and find Frederick to ask him. She found him just at the bottom of the stairs, a few feet away from her room. He didn’t get very far.

“What’s so special about the attic?” Cassie asked with caution on the edge of her tongue. She had spent many days and nights lying in her bed reading fictional books. Someone crazy always happened to the protagonist on their birthday, usually when they enter adulthood. The attic or basement sometimes had something to do with it, but that was more so in horror stories. Cassie didn’t want to be in a horror story.

Frederick shook his head in response. “I cannot tell you what is up there, Cassandra.”

Cassie pursed her lips to at the use of her full name.

“I can only guide you should you decide to go through with your fate.”

Cassie raised an eyebrow and abruptly turned the other way. She knew her father should have waited to hire the next butler. It seemed as though he was in such a rush to hire just about anyone that he ended up choosing a crazy one. What would her father say when she explained this story to him?

“I’m giving you three days to decide because we should have gotten the ball rolling on this sooner.” Frederick deadpanned.

“Yeah, I still have no idea what you’re talking about.” Cassie shrugged.

“That’s because Lucas decided to protect you instead of telling you the truth.” Frederick growled.

Cassie narrowed her eyes. She had half a mind to turn around and stomp back up the stairs. How dare he speak about Lucas in such a tone?

“I’m not saying that’s a bad thing,” Frederick said lighter upon seeing the look on Cassie’s face. “But I work differently than Lucas. I believe the only way to solve a problem is to face it head on.”

Cassie relaxed, though she still had no idea what Frederick was trying to explain to her.

“Lucas would have taken care of everything for you, to protect you. I believe that’s what your father liked about him so much. However, that’s what got Lucas killed in the first place.”

Cassie gasped.

Frederick sighed. “I’m sorry. I forgot you didn’t know the truth behind Lucas’s death.”

Cassie took a step backward up the stairs. This conversation was beginning to get a little too weird for her liking.

“Well,” she said confidently, “you said I had three days to decide. So I’m going to use that time to really think about it.”

“Fine,” Frederick said nonchalantly. “Let me know if you have any questions.”

Cassie nodded before turning around and walking calmly up the stairs. When Frederick was out of sight, she made a dash towards the other stairs. Her bedroom was on the second floor so she had to run up two flights of stairs.

She was headed straight for the attic.

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Short Story Sunday 142: Looking Ahead (A Poem)

Short Story Sunday, a poem

They say it’s a Happy New Year,
But what do they really know?
One can’t predict the future,
One can only prepare.

January may be the beginning,
For planning,
To stick to your goals.

February may be the beginning,
For love,
To tell people how you really feel.

March may be the beginning,
For luck,
To always be optimistic.

April may be the beginning,
For happiness,
To dance in the rain.

May may be the beginning,
For carelessness,
To stop and smell the flowers.

June may be the beginning,
For goodbyes,
To say see you later to close friends.

July may be the beginning,
For kindness,
To enjoy the moment.

August may be the beginning,
For self-discipline,
To achieve those goals.

September may be the beginning,
For anticipation,
To start something new.

October may be the beginning,
For courage,
To take things head on.

November may be the beginning,
For appreciation,
To stop taking things for granted.

December may be the beginning,
For the end,
To reflect on your past life.

They say it’s a Happy New Year,
But anything can happen.
One can learn from the past,
One can live life to the fullest.

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