Jericho Sds Novels & Stories

"Jericho..." "This will be good for you," he wasn't hearing a word of my protests, "trust me." "I do trust you, sweety" I squared my shoulders and felt determination course through my blood. Reaching forward, I exerted as much force and pressure as I could to grip the sandwich. The first time, the sandwich slipped through my fingers nearly falling apart. It felt like I was playing that stupid claw game only my hands were the claws that could never grip anything. "It's fine, try again," Jericho encouraged while picking up his own sandwich and taking a massive chuck out of it.

Jericho was in first grade which surprised the girls because first graders didn’t like slumming with their juniors. “So you were saying something about getting your parents married?”. He asked her. “Um..yes." Miesa nodded. "You..heard everything?.” “Just the last part.” He said. “Oh.” Miesa said. "Um.. you know my name.” Jericho stared at her waiting for her to finish but she was obviously done. “The whole world knows your name now Miesa.” He told her. "You’re Cesari Sandoval’s daughter.” “You said something about faking illness?”. Beth spoke up.