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Dad
ended up coming to pick us up, because Mom wasn’t answering the phone.
His old, beaten up car went bambitty-bam down the street and Zoe an..
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I watched the bottle spin around and around until it began to slow down. Keep on going, keep on going. I told it as it came to a full hault pointing t..
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A
cheery ding sounded and it just made me realize how un-cheery my life
was. Blah. I leaned over the counter, my eyelids half closed. “Yo, Cap..
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Awkwardness
is not a fun thing. Especially when you’re experiencing that
awkwardness with one of your boyfriend’s best friend’s an..
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You’ve got Mail! A
small notification flashed in the corner of the screen, along with two
urgent beeps. I clicked on it, and slowly hotmail&rs..
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“Time to go.” Mom announced, stepping into our bedroom with two large leather suitcases. “Already?” Zoe sighed. Mom set the su..
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“Finally.” Michael sighed as he heard Zoe coming through the front door. “She’s
in big trouble when she gets home. She was su..
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“She’s clear. No drugs, no beer, no nothing in her system.” The paramedic spoke as he set down the needle and held my hand. “I..
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