A Day Like This Novels & Stories

Becca smirked and shook her head, helping Kendra copy her notes. "Just that you're so grumpy." Becca said and everyone held back their laughs. "I am not. Its just," Demitri rubbed his face, his eyes especially,"morning ya know." Demitri bluffed and closed his binder. "Cheer up, we're gonna study together later and I don't want you to act like an ass." Becca said. "yeah, sure. We'll see." Demitri said. The rest of the class was uneventful. Just more notes and more homework pages. The other classes were all the same. For other students, this day may have seemed tedious or even frustrating. For Demitri and Becca, this was a typical good day of productive learning.

" Drive my daughters to school today and immediately it's time for the close of school, take them straight home, understood?!" " Yes ma'am," he said as he flashed her a smile and opened the door to the black Rolls-Royce and we entered. " Are you ready to blow away people's minds today Tory?" Tia asked me and I nodded my head and smiled. I AM READY to blow away minds today- especially Rex's mind and Nate better stay clear from me if he knows what's good for him.

in response to the ongoing anti-extradition bill protests a day like this, or the train between us won’t stop - this life is too long, dear tourist - & you know this morning I have to pay the rent too – as you insist that demonstrations at Victoria Park crow an ashfall of a feathered controversy - scarred by heavy clouds – as poetry as a lesson in leaving seems like years – & everyday umbrella seems like months of our days, days of our months always like this sure it’s like this

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The next day, Gabe updated his Instagram with a new photo. A blanket covered his lower abdomen. One hand held up the camera, deliberately revealing his chest and the ambiguous marks along his neck. On the other pillow, a woman's profile could be seen—eyes still closed. Caption: [So what? She's still mine.] The post was made visible only to me. No—also to Carrie. Because she had liked it. I glanced at it casually, then tapped "like" myself before going to sleep.

“Little One it is time too get up. We must plan everything for the upcoming days.” Raz said, pushing me out of my slumber. Looking at my phone it reads 5:30 am on the 13th of February. D-day is right around the corner, and we haven’t even gone over what I should do. I brush my hair and brush my teeth in this small camper bathroom. It’s not much, but hey it’s ours and it is pretty spacious for a camper inside. All the kids fit, plus 3 dogs, and Robby and I, so I can’t complain. I get coffee ready for Robby and the older kids. I grab a cold Coke zero, and it tastes so good.

There was a candlelit dinner on the dining table. Next to the wine, there was a small jewelry box. Inside, the diamond pendant I had wanted for two years and never let myself buy. She was wearing my best dress. She was leaning into Mason's shoulder. The caption read: 'Thank you for spoiling me, Mason. It's so nice to have a home.' Open daylight provocation. I did not call Mason crying this time. I did not push him to choose between us. I tapped the like button. I commented one line.

It wasn’t so difficult, was it? “Please, silly, don’t do this. You don’t know what day today is, right?” “Please, Adele. I swear I won’t do anything else. I’m just gonna dance and that’s it.” “Today is Sunday, the men wait for one of the women to get undressed tonight. April, you can’t do this tonight.”

Nothing like the sterile quiet she’d just left. Marley met her at the door barefoot, dressed in sweatpants and a faded band tee, hair shoved into a messy bun that looked like it had been there for days. She held a bottle of red wine in one hand and wore an expression that said, You don’t owe me a single word. Raegan felt something in her chest loosen instantly. “You sure you’re okay with this?” she asked, stepping inside, balancing a box labeled in thick marker: JUST STUFF I LIKE.

I should have had more trust in him, but an uneasy feeling lingered within me. Stepping out onto the balcony, I caught sight of the box of sparklers and fireworks in the corner. I had purchased them specifically to celebrate the New Year with Jake. Suddenly, the sky burst into light. The entire riverfront erupted with an array of fireworks. I couldn't help but wonder which wealthy bachelor was attempting to impress his date by illuminating the entire city. For a brief moment, I was captivated, completely unaware of the emergency alert blaring from my phone. By the time I felt the ground tremble beneath me, a massive crack had already formed at my feet.