_That girl is sitting by herself._

From the moment I walked into history, an annoying first period to have, I noticed the strange desk set-up. Mr. B moved his desks from rows to tables, shoving 5 of the slightly-too-small middle school chairs together.

Everyone cliqued up immediately. That wasn’t surprising. What _was_ surprising was the girl in the back.

There were plenty of empty seats. Bu...

"he WHAT?" I blurt out, nails digging into the bed sheets. My other half looks away, biting her green polished nails. I’m sure I’ve never felt this level of hate and violence before, and I suddenly understand why people commit murder. I breathe deeply as I attempt to calm down, but my tight jaw and wide enraged eyes betray my internal conflict.

A man, or rather I say monster, had the audacity to ...

I don’t think I ever told you how much I noticed. How much I see you, even when you think no one does.

You walk into a room, smiling, laughing, making sure everyone feels comfortable. You listen when people talk, you remember the little things—favorite colors, bad days, silent struggles. You give and give and give, like the world hasn’t tried to take everything from you.

But I remember. I remember...

She’s changed.

Not in a “it’s because we grew up” way but in a bad way.

She gets angry more, distant.

She used to be energetic, always listening to everyone’s problems, giving good advice, playing Cupid.

So when did she change?

She walks together with me as if nothing ever changed but it’s weird, everything’s weird. She smiles but it never reaches her eyes, she says mean things about the people ...

She should have gone for sleeves, she doesn’t have the shoulders for a strapless dress.

At least, that’s what I told myself as I chewed at the skin around my nail.

My mother swatted a hand wrinkled like parchment at my own to stop my disgusting habit.

The woman in the row before me blew into a handkerchief like a baby elephant.

I flicked my gaze to the bride once ...

It was raining and the day after his birthday. I had forgotten so i promised myself to make up for it today—sure he wouldn’t mind. How our friendship worked these type of things—birthdays, they just didn’t matter ñ, especially because we both didn’t have a need for the attention. It’s one of the reason I clicked with him so fast—always had this chill vibe to him, which brought calmness to me. Toda...

My mom at my 8th birthday party:

I’m so glad I bought my daughter’s DS ahead of time. I told her I wasn’t going to get it for her when she was in trouble and she believed it.

Now it is time for her party. I am on my way to the YMCA with Precious in the car and I have all the party decorations packed with us. I decided she’ll have a Hulu themed pool party. Shakira is turning 8. I love her so much...

I wake up surrounded by people. I look to find a familiar face, finding none I start to panic. “Where am I?”, I ask myself while trying to figure out my surroundings. Beeping and rushing around is all I hear. That’s when I realize, I’m in a hospital. Nurses and doctors fill the room. Running, talking, soothing me as best they can. “What’s all over my face?”, I try to speak but no words come out, j...

There she goes again, screeching and stumping around like the world is about to end! Does she always have to be this dramatic I thought to myself, as I watched her create an unnecessary scene over what could have been laughed about or brushed off!

Moments like these, are when I consider my life choices and what exactly made me choose to remain friends with someone who always chooses to pick a bo...

My sister is getting married today. I couldn't be more pissed.

I'm the oldest, I was supposed to be walking down that damn aisle first. But I suppose I'd much rather be the hot Maid of Honor instead of the bride knocked up by some trailer trash redneck.

Jasper was a nice guy. That's it, just nice. I have no idea what Riley saw in him to have invited him into her bed that fateful night just five ...