Life In A Year Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I never cared about it or the people in it. In the top rack of one of the shelves, I pulled out the yearbook I was beginning to doubt I still had. It would have been dusty if I wasn't particular about my cleaning preference. One spec of dust could land me in the hospital and it's all because of that fool called Liam.

The second photograph was me. At my window table. The salmon in front of me and my phone face down beside the water glass the way I kept it now and the city outside the window behind me. I was looking at something outside the frame and my expression had the quality that expressions had when the person wearing them did not know a camera was present. I looked at this photograph for a long time. Charles turned the page. --- He moved through it slowly. The album covered a year. Lyla had been present at enough of the significant moments and had been watching at enough of the ordinary ones to have assembled something that was not a highlight reel but a genuine record. The texture of a year rather

I turned to look at Gaia, who was shoveling chicken and noodles into her mouth. "Yeah!" She swallowed hard and smiled, putting her spork down and picking up her stuff. "Hey, Ari, I gotta go. Yearbook emergency. I guess all of the senior quotes re-arranged themselves and every time they fix it and save it, it defaults back into the page with the wrong quotes." "Oh my god!" I sat up a little, staring at her. One of the last things the yearbook needed was a mob of angry seniors.

I had a replay of the entire day as I lay in bed. Recalling first day of school, I can barely wait for the school year to be over. Everyone was talking about their summer break, what they did, the parties they attended, their many love interests and so on. Their experiences made my summer holiday look lame. While they spent time at the beach, I spent mine hiking muddy trails. While they were getting their hair and nails done, I was getting kids to go to bed. They were having the time of their life while I dewormed dogs at the pet clinic. I enjoyed Eastern Springs Campout but after listening to everyone recount their summer experiences, I really hoped no one would ask me what I did over the s

"Yara Yelton, you should know your place." My smile froze. The crack inside me split wider. I couldn't say a word. We'd been together for seven years. And Johan still didn't know. I never joked about things like that. *** I quit. With only three months left, I wanted that time for myself. Besides, near the end, cancer can wreck you beyond recognition. I didn't want anyone seeing me like that. I didn't need their pity. Johan called while I sat staring at a table full of food.

She couldn't tell anymore. --- The next morning, a package arrived for her. Selena sat cross-legged on the couch opening the neatly wrapped box while sunlight streamed through the tall living room windows. Inside were two rare architecture books she'd searched endlessly for online, a set of premium sketching pencils, and a handwritten note. *Thought these might remind you of who you are outside all this noise. No pressure, just absolute inspiration. — Alexander* A genuine smile spread slowly across Selena's face as she flipped carefully through the first book. It felt good being remembered for something other than being Matthew's wife.

Lila’s POV I never expected my life to change in a dark parking garage under a fancy hotel. My name is Lila. Twenty-six years old. I worked as a bartender at one of the busiest rooftop bars in downtown Los Angeles. The tips were good, but the hours were long and the men who hit on me were usually drunk and handsy. I kept my head down, did my job, and dreamed about saving enough to open my own small café someday. That night the bar hosted a private event for some big tech conference. The place was packed with rich guys in expensive suits. I poured drinks fast, smiled when I had to, and tried to ignore the way some of them stared at my tight black uniform top and short skirt.

None of them look at me like I’m some misplaced extra who wandered into their story. If I’m new here, if I wasn’t written into their lives until now, shouldn’t someone notice? After the first three periods, I locate the library, not exactly sure of what I'm looking for. It looks like something made from a book. Well this is a book. Rows of shelves holding up books — history, mythology, and school records stacked behind glass cabinets. My heartbeat quickens. I open the cabinet and withdraw the student's yearbook. The smell of old books linger in the air as I open the yearbook.

After that…. He left. [N•M•C LIBRARY] This place could be called a book coven. Smelled of new books,as soon as you enter this place, you'll be greeted with very long and wide bookshelf filled with different types of novels,all NAOMI'S. The workers were all doing one or two thing with their computer. The time was 7:45pm at night,but they were still working their asses off. *NAOMI'S OFFICE* ________________

She sat in the corner of her cell all day without sleep, murmuring to herself over and over that it was all her fault. "Zachary, I'm sorry… If there's a next life, I promise I'll make it up to you." Without thinking, I immediately responded, "That won't be necessary, Mom. I don't want to be your son in the next life." As if she could suddenly see me, Mom turned toward me and exclaimed, "Zachary, you came to visit me! I knew you couldn't bear to leave me." I was startled, but I tried speaking to her again.