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I stretch before turning over in bed. I remember what day it is as soon as my arm makes contact with something that wasn't there when I went to sleep.Christmas.As I get out of bed and grab the package, my heart starts to jive. My fingers tear at the additional tape holding the wrapping paper in place. Mom constantly tries to make it more difficult for Dad and me to open our parcels by doing thatThus, I'm to blame for the fact that you had to get rid of the first pair. She giggles. This time, let's attempt to avoid bringing them with us.She sits next to me, and I smack at her arm. When I was four."After receiving them. Not when I eventually forced you to throw them, despite your claim that you would never forgive me.My mouth begins to smile. So I guess I'll pardon you now.I received my first pair of bunny slippers when I was four, and I adored them. Some young people carry a plush animal or blanket. My bunnies were carried by me. When mother finally informed me that I was too ol
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Dad isn't here when I arrive home. I take off my shoes, put on my pajamas, and head directly towards the backyard. Every aspect of my pottery room, which is always directly across from the back patio, draws me there. I want to go there so badly, but I just can't get myself to do it. I want to get lost in something there so desperately that I forget about everything else.Never again can I create anything in that space.I look over the fence and into the neighbor's yard at that point because I can hear music playing there. Steve is concentrating while seated on his back porch with a guitar balanced on his leg. His brown hair cascades forward, erecting the wall I had earlier desired between us and shielding his gaze from mine. It's debatable whether or not I should be grateful that his house is a little higher than ours because, if it weren't, the fence would serve as yet another obstruction separating him from me.My initial instinct is that I need him to be kept away from me. Like eve
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"Lifetime friends." D extends her hand. Ellie performs the Edwarde when I link a pinkie with her.She has always been extremely sentimental, but she only expresses it to us. She is also really tough. She puts a lot of pressure on herself to avoid feeling abandoned by her parents, who largely ignore her, but Lillian and I are both aware of how crucial the people in her life are to her. She must be aware that we will always be there."Always," I begin.Always," adds Lillian.Ellie suddenly casts a glance down. You can't say anything as I have to tell you guys anything. Even if I believe in you, I don't want Marvin or Ian to find out and inform Airlene.I touched her shoulder with my hand. "I would never say anything to Ian that you didn't want me to. You know you can depend on us. I think Lillian is right.Ellie says, "I guess I'm going to...you know, go all the way with Airlene after the dance," after taking a few deep breaths. I'll take him by surprise. Since it is a dance, it is. You
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Steve is leaning against the lockers, Annie Jacobs, the most popular girl in school, with her perfect long blond hair, standing in front of him. She keeps moving closer and closer to him. Steve’s popping gummy bears like they’re going out of style. Is it me or did he just move away? No, why would he? And why do I care?Just then, he looks up, his bright-blue eyes snaring me. When I start to turn away, he calls out, “Emily! About time you got here. You’re late. ” Then he says something to a pissed-off-looking Annie before coming my way.I keep walking and he files in beside me.“Thanks for the save, pottery girl. That chick’s a few cards short, if you know what I’m sayin’. ”It’s never stopped the other guys from caring. That’s what guys like, right? I mean, almost every boy in this school has gone after Annie at some point or another, even Ian on one of our breaks. “Pfft. Like that matters. ”“You go for girls who aren’t playing with a full deck?”I look at him and roll my eyes. “I’m
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My attention is quickly pulled to Emery's stomach when she places a hand there. "So, do you think he likes you? And now when he's angry because you harmed him, do you feel bad?He doesn't like me, therefore no. Furthermore, I don't believe I injured him; I was merely a bitch. I don’t know if that’s why he had a bad day but—”Emily," she cuts me off. "Not everything is about you, I promise, and I mean that in the greatest manner imaginable. You might not be the cause of his meltdown, as you claim.I feel my cheeks warm as I acknowledge her accuracy. Steve kind of told me earlier that I make everything about me, which very Edwarde-like. When you put it that way..."I'm not saying that's the cause or not, but unless you're sure it is, don't be too hard on yourself. You and I probably have a lot in common. We already have plenty to worry about; we don't need to invent additional justifications.She is correct once more. When she says it, it makes so much sense that I ponder why I didn't c
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She says, her shoulders swaying, "Busted." Compared to Steve, she has a more ethnic voice. His voice has a Hispanic lilt, while hers is deeper. "Is there a possibility we can keep this under wraps?" Her cigarette is raised.I can tell it's the same Edwarde as Steve's when she smiles.They appear lighthearted, joyful, and carefree. It makes me want to perform the Edwarde for some reason. “Umm…sure? In any case, I'm not sure who I would inform. Talk about a strange request coming from a mother.“Shh. Steve has the back room and is a light sleeper. My son dislikes tobacco use.Steve, go! Even so, it's odd that she's keeping it from him. I mumble, "Sorry," half intending to giggle at the way she checks behind her to see if Steve is approaching."Don't worry, Mija. You are not at blame. I'm too old to be sneaking cigarettes around, but I'm only smoking one now a day. Not too awful, in my opinion. But my son is a harsh critic.When I look back to that day in the hallway, I want to say, "Yeah
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Dolcezza, do you...do you want to talk about it?.I can't help but question if it's odd that I am unable to communicate with my own father. How on earth would I ever attempt it? Tell him that I initially believed I was in love. That even though I wasn't ready to have a baby, I had sex and became pregnant, and now that it's abruptly gone, I feel a little hollow. Simply poof! akin to magic. No, not magic—Mom was magical—but rather, a terrible force that swept in and devoured me.However, I kind of want to speak with him. I want him to at least ponder. Even if he can't have his bella signora, I hope he can have his sweetheart, therefore I want him to ask, hold me, and call me dolcezza. I sincerely hope I am sufficient. I want to alleviate his sadness the most of all. At night, I have a dream that I have a large eraser that I can use to erase the moments in our past when things first started to shift.Is it as a result of that boy, Ja—? His voice suddenly becomes tense, and despite the hu
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I can only nod while pondering what just occurred. I will undoubtedly attend brunch tomorrow.Brenda calls as I walk with Steve to the door, "See you at nine."Okay, many thanks.Steve halts as soon as we step onto my doorstep. You'll be alright?I enter with a nod. Yes, I'm OK. Fortunately, we don't reside on Elm Street. Then I might force you to spend the entire night up with me.My stale joke earns him a smile. I wouldn't have to be forced by you. I would safeguard you from Freddy. Or have my mother keep us both safe.Big powerful boy needs his mama, I see. I can see you're a brave person. My tummy is fluttering, and I try to ignore it.She is strong. When you come to know her more, you'll understand."I'm sure your mother is a tough cookie,""Wise girl. " He turns his attention to his home. I better leave. We'll see you later, Bryntastic." Steve does a U-turn and runs home again. I keep an eye out until he enters.I quickly go upstairs to brush my teeth and grab my pillow and blan
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