Tag: leaving

  • Breaking Rules

    I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  I knew I shouldn’t be listening, but I couldn’t help myself.  If I stopped now, I knew the details would pass me by and I would never be able to recover.  What my teacher was saying about Amanda was shocking, but not unbelievable.  I knew she had a…

  • California

    PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind  I knew exactly where I was going, but didn’t know how to get there. Not exactly. I was heading for California, for my new life, but I needed to make sure I was leaving my old life behind. I was running from my parents and I was running from myself.…

  • Buzzer

    As the time counted down to zero, I began to calculate what my next move would be.  I needed to be the first one out of the gym and to my car.  I just hoped Kori would not be waiting for me outside.  If I could make it to my car safely, I could get…

  • Gossips

    I didn’t quite know what I had gotten myself into when I moved to Jones.  I did like the appeal of a small town, but was beginning to regret my decision.  The gossip of living in a small town was something I had anticipated, but not to the extent I found.  Every time I walked into…

  • Pretty as a Postcard

    “I hate when people tell me I’m as ‘pretty as a postcard.’  Why do people think that’s a compliment?  I want to be noticed for my brain – something I actually work to improve.”  The longer I listened to Morgan talk, the more I tuned her out.  I would be ecstatic for anyone to give…

  • If I Loved You Less

    “If I loved you less, maybe this would be easier.  If I loved you less, I could walk right out the door and never look back.  If I loved you less, I could be exactly who I wanted to be.”  I looked at the letter I was writing to Jared and crumpled it.   I knew…

  • Moved Away

    “He moved away and now he’s back,” I whispered into my phone.  I propped the blinds open again and watched Mark unloading the back of his truck.  Six months ago he had moved to California for some unknown job.  Or at least he wouldn’t tell me about this mysterious job he had to immediately leave for.  All he told me was something…

  • Coming Home

    “He should be coming down the stairs right now.  His plane landed thirty minutes ago so he should have had plenty of time to get here.  The airport only has ten terminals.”  I listened to my mother chatter endlessly while we waited for my brother.  Her need to be close to us was endearing, but also…