Juventud Novels & Stories

“Depends on if you’re asking me, or my checking account.” That elicited a laugh as Mitch hopped into the driver’s seat and smoothly started up the old Cherokee before they both buckled up. “Man, I can’t believe you’ve still got this old beast on the road.” The awe was clear in her voice, no trace of teasing to be found. She remembered well just how much it had meant to him to be given the Jeep on his 16th birthday, the pride he’d taken in it before he even started driving. How every Saturday morning, he’d carefully and lovingly washed and waxed the old Blue Monster, without fail, to work against the effects of the ever-present sand and salt. It had paid off, too; the thing looked almost mint

Christopher loved running across the grass with reckless enthusiasm. Soon both Jairo and Daniel joined a local youth league, where jovenes (young men) from the surrounding farms gathered every weekend to play. Daniel moved across the field with natural athleticism. From the sidelines Sofía shouted instructions no one had asked for. Christopher would soon join Sofía at the edge of the field, both of them shouting spirited encouragement to the players as the game unfolded. ⸻ One evening Miguel stood on the veranda watching the children return from practice. Their voices carried through the cool mountain air. Bobby stepped beside him, slipping her hand into his. Miguel shook his head slightly w

“Kids are fun.” I don’t know about kids, but kids playing football? Yeah, sounds like a fun bunch. I’m not surprised Jude is into youth football leagues, though. He’s focusing on child psychology in his grad studies, after all. I dig into my breakfast while he showers, and I’m done by the time he’s done dressing. I rush to the bathroom to shower too. We leave the apartment a few minutes past eight. Jade’s still sleeping, making maximum use of her day off.

Minus Forcing myself to compartmentalize my emotions surrounding Cricket and my chance to be with her alone tomorrow night, I followed Clutch to our destination. We pulled up to the Nine Ball just after ten o’ clock and the place was already looking pretty lively. Bikes, low riders, and vintage custom trucks filled the parking lot. The Saints, The Apex Predators, and the older clubs in town still held sway, but according to Clutch, Los Psychos, the area’s newest club, had recently gained in numbers significantly, and all but taken over this, and several other spots.

But it was when Juicy was eighteen that marked the end of the life that Jassmina Robinson had once lived. Juicy had come home from school. It was one of the few days that month that she'd even bothered to go to school. At the age of eighteen she was only in the tenth grade¡ªnot because she wasn't smart enough, but because she just didn't bother to attend classes. She had absolutely no interest in school. Juicy figured that she could be more productive bringing home money than sitting in a classroom all day while her clients found other people to take their money! Besides, she wanted to do hair for a living, so what good was history and math when she already had her future mapped-out for

All they basically did was train and foster a great team work among themselves. Normally, when students were 13-14 years of age, they voluntarily signed up for the Hero-League exam. An exam that allowed the Sequins (that's the major heads in the Hero League) to find out which teenager had the capabilities needed for a true hero. This exam was called the Thriox.

Her heart beats a thousand per second. The mother was looking for her for an hour when she tried to sneak away from her sight. When she was about to sprint, the boy grabs her wrist. *GASP* "Joanabe, so Joanabe is your name. What is the title of the piece earlier?" Joanabe shakes her wrist to loosen the grip. "JOANABE! WHERE ARE YOU?" The woman's voice outside is getting worried and shaky. "I need to go, my mom is worried. Meet me in La Romanina I have a musical audition there at 4 p.m." She said hurriedly like a rapper while the boy let her wrist go.

Leo squeezes my hand. “Anything you wan Noves”

Four children ran around gasping at the huge lion statues eating m and ms, "There amazing aint they Gregory?" "Yes, they are" "LOONEY LOOPY LANNA, LOONEY LOOPY LANNA" one of the children started singing as they were running around, "SHUT IT" Gregory roared at the little boy, "Hey, come on enough, Logan leave Lanna alone," I say walking over to Gregory and Lanna, Acre right beside me. "Hey, beautiful" Acre bends down to his little girl whose eyes are sprinkling with tears,