I don’t know why my brother insisted on meeting in the park. It’s not a nice day. It’s not a nice park. He’s rarely nice to me.
I don’t know why my brother insisted on meeting in the park. It’s not a nice day. It’s not a nice park. He’s rarely nice to me.
“I’m going to be a cute alien.”
“But you’re not an alien?”
“When I go into space I will be though.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works.”
Melissa reassured her son that despite striking out for the fifth time at seven stores in three days, she was confident they would eventually secure a Mr. CanDog toy.
“May I have a word with the manager, please?”
“Sure, can I tell him who you are?”
“Cookie inspector. We’ve had some complaints about chip distribution at this location.”
“Miracle Man. Miracle Man. Charles, you’re the Miracle Man. You make it happen, man. Whenever you can. Miracle Man. Miracle Man.”
The printout hit my desk with a thud, a single piece of paper with words from someone I don’t know that blew up my world.
“What’s this?”
“Consider it my resignation letter.”
No one ever took her seriously when she talked about her play. Day after day she dreamed up what she would write, adding sweet words and epic moments and dramatic stunts she was sure the world would never experience again.
“They have a bigger plan for me, I know it.”
His initial indifference to my situation shocked me, but I don’t blame Tim. He doesn’t know me. There was no baseline in his mind for what I should look like or how I should be acting. In his eyes, the limp in my walk could be a lifelong condition and thus one he doesn’t want to pay extra attention to for fear of stigmatizing me. But all of that does not change the fact that I am a 16-year-old girl with a half-shaved head, glaringly obvious lack-of-sleep bags under my eyes and a right leg that doctors would technically consider “broken.” Oh, and my parents think I’m dead.
Tim never understood Sam’s obsession with boots. Tall boots, short boots, leather boots, boots with heels, and those fuzzy boots that people made fun of but yet still remained firmly entrenched in the annual rotation of society’s collective footwear collection.
