S E Hinton Novels & Stories

But I wasn’t so sure about her just yet. I had pulled her file today morning. Her full name was Inez Hale. She is 24, studied at Yale, passed with flying colors. There was no record of her parents, indicating she was an orphan. She grew up in multiple foster homes before she moved out when she was 18.

Was the first thing Mackenzie said as we started trading food without even looking down "Well, he has tattoos. He has a lot of tattoos, everywhere," I say slightly daydreaming about him, "A small nose ring, and dark brown hair," I tell her, "And he has muscles, like Hulk," I compare him, using my hands to show the size of his muscles "Only you would compare that God to Hulk," Amber-Rose laughs "How did you meet him?" Mackenzie asks me suddenly, seeming suspicious. "As I was walking home from the gym I bumped into him and he dropped some money so I caught up to him to give him his money and he offered to take me home," I blush as I lie, "He's nice though and he helped me with my homework last

Is he trying to act unaware now? “I can't believe you almost sold me out to the teacher!” Jimmy shouted. “Point of correction. I didn't sell you out. I only tried to play a harmless prank on you,” Asher replied. “You call that a prank. In case you don't know, Mr. Justin hates the guts of rich kids that bully other kids. He could have had me suspended and aunt Whitney will be so mad at me!” he told Asher. “Who is aunt Whitney?” Asher asked with a puzzled look.

I hissed secretly. “Yes, Mr. Huntington. As you wish. Let’s go, Mr. Socrates,” Ms. Perry said politely. I rolled my eyes at her which she dilated her eyes at me then the two of them emerged. Great! I was alone here. And now, Mr. Huntington, the cruel business tycoon I’d ever known, is going to talk with me. I pursed my lips tightly and crossed my arms as I sat down and leaned in my seat. Pathetic! Stupid!

Again, we both stare at each other, and our hands remain holding the same book. I soon snap out releasing the book and stand on my feet quickly. Kim clears her throat, bringing him out of his trance. He smiles and gets up, placing the last of his books on top of the stack he holds in his hands. "Ok, well... Again, I really am sorry. My name's Samantha, by the way." I say, giving him a small smile, lowering my face from the embarrassment I was feeling, holding my hand up to shake his hand. He smiles, as he reaches out shaking my hand softly. "I'm Russell, it's nice to meet you, Samantha." He smiles and leans forward shaking my hand.

He would never tell me his actual name, so I just called him Steve. Steve was a Vietnam veteran and had a rough go at life, especially after the war. So many years of untreated PTST, compounded with all the trauma of losing everyone and everything he knew, violence of living on the streets in a big city, all eventually left Steve suffering from paranoia. The man had the kindest heart I had ever felt, and everyone in his life still abandoned him. His sorrow when he was thrust into memories of the war still haunt me. With the guilt he felt when he talked about the lives of the innocents he couldn’t save, I knew there was no way he would have hurt anyone, much less a child.

“Is there something wrong with my name?” “No... I...” I glance at him over my shoulder. I take in his hard jaw covered in stubble, his wild hair, and his large biceps, bulging against his sleeves. “I expected you to have a more... brutish name. The name Ethan makes me think of a mischievous young boy.” He chuckles. “Believe it or not, I was a mischievous wee lad once.” His eyes glint playfully in the firelight and I can almost imagine it.