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Crazy Core Gym, Upper East Side, New York:
Teela and Emily arrive at the address they were given. They looked at the building in front of them and couldn’t believe that it used to be some sort of warehouse.
“Are you sure you have the right address, Teela?” Emily looks at her friend.
“I’m sure. This is the address Jester gave me. She also gave me the entrance code as well.” Teela walked into the small foyer and noticed there was a metal keypad with black numbers and letters.
In this chapter, Emily navigates a day filled with grief and reflection as she bids farewell to her mother. Amidst the weight of the occasion, small moments of kindness and support from those around her offer glimpses of comfort and strength, helping her take the first steps toward healing.
Young Kyle struggles to make it through the school day without being noticed, but others intend to make him the center of attention. A beautiful coming of age story with a difference. Now available to borrow from Kindle Select for Kindle Prime members.
In between performances, Holly takes Michelle out for dinner.
Chapter Six – Mrs Bennet in 2021
“I really enjoyed that,” said Sheila back in the dressing room after our half hour (OK, forty minutes) synopsis of Miss Austen’s five-hundred-page novel. “You were all really good. You must be so proud of Holly.”
Their first day started uneventfully. The trio got their locker assignments, their class schedules, and coordinated when they would have time to hang out and share classes. When Josh saw the first class of the day that his parents had signed him up for was Home Economics instead of the Shop class he'd asked for, his heart sank a little more. The only bright point was that he'd be sharing the class with Tracy... and twenty-seven other girls.
Sex is one of the major drivers of humanity – in fact, it is the first driver. Money and power came later. They are social constructs. Sex is why we exist. We are here because of it, and our purpose is driven by it.
I thought long and hard as to whether to go to the funeral before deciding that paying my respects to one of my oldest friends was more important than my pride and possible hurt feelings. If there were any nasty repercussions then it would be something that I would just have to deal with as it happened.
With a razor in her hand she told me to stand still while she checked me for errant hair. There were a few on my back that I had not been able to reach and a couple on the backs of my legs that I had missed but she was happy that I had fulfilled my task.
She then asked me what I had worn when Keith had visited so I opened the fun room and showed her the leather pants and jerkin. She wanted to know what I had worn on my feet and I showed her the boots.
A smile broke across Josh's face as he approached the bus stop. The cool air of the September morning stung his nose slightly, but it didn't detract from the happiness he felt at going back to school again. Unlike a lot of the boys in his class, Josh loved school. Now that he was going to Junior High, he would even be going to school with his two best friends, Tracy and David Edwards. He always thought it was silly that just because they lived two blocks over they had to go to completely different Primary and Intermediate schools. Stepping up his approach to a light jog, he couldn't wait to see them.
Despite growing up knowing about the Paranormal and seeing a world that normal people would never see, Seth was as close to a normal human as you could get. Everything would change on the day his father died and his life would never be the same again.
Melody was holding me in her arms or I would have fallen and she whispered softly in my ear, “That’s my good girl.”
One Month Later:
Gracie tries to scratch an itch under the cast on her arm. She uses a nail file to get under her cast.
“You know if you keep scratching the skin under your cast, it's going to be raw.” Rose looks at her younger sister.
“Rose, it itches, and the heat isn’t helping.” Gracie hated the cast on her arm.
“How do you think I feel, sis?” Rose looks at Gracie. Her arm was supported up in the air, while the cast around her shoulder that held her bones in place.
CHAPTER 26
There was a tap on the door, which opened for a nurse, and a hospital worker with the stereotypical tea trolley. I moved off the bed so that we could wheel the little table across for Alys, and after a quick check of her IV line and the provision of two mugs of tea, the nurse made a few notes on the sheet of paper hanging on a clipboard from the end of the bed.
Mike prepares for the role of a lifetime, but his classmates are all laughing at him, especially his girlfriend.
“Think of it as a challenge, Mike,” MacNair said blithely in response to my objections. “You showed you understood your character’s nature and motivation better than anyone else, so I’m sure you’ll do a great job.”
After a family tragedy, young David decides to live by himself in his home where he can be his true self, Katie. It's almost like a dream as Katie explores her new life.
But it's not easy. Where will she get money? How can an eleven-year-old deal with something as mundane as shopping when at any moment some adult may decide she needs help from police, doctors, teachers or lawyers?
It's lonely, too. Katie needs a friend, but who can she trust with her secret? That she's just a child living in her home, alone?
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