Sam Puckett Clothes Novels & Stories

Elliott curse,stepping back as we all take in the state of our lockers. Caden open his by standing at the side instead of front. The balls jump out, hitting nothing. I do the same. Every single one of our hockey gloves, stick, vest and pucks are tattered and ripped off. "Did.." Caden starts, staring at a red piece of sticker "TAGGED" Elliott breathes the word out, staring also at his piece of sticker. Heat wrap around my throat, vision blur. I take the sticker from them and scramble it "Have every student assembled"

When Sam left PowerUP PR, she walked next door to Elliott's shop, gazing in casually at the gems and stones in the highlighted windows between the two stores. She looked through the storefront window of Bouchard Outfitter's and realized more new spring and summer apparel was there than previously. Before, there had been ski jackets and pants, helmets, and so on. Now spring and summer activities had arrived along with the necessary clothes. She pulled open the door and entered. "Hi Randy, how're you doin' today?"

There's no other reason for the white guy television version of Urkel to be on our front porch. His light-colored jeans are held up by a pair of rainbow suspenders you'd only find in a bad nineties TV show. My eyes stop abruptly on the white piece of cardboard sticking out from his white dress shirt pocket. The man is wearing a pocket protector. I didn't think those were a real product. Where do you buy a pocket protector? My smile fades as I contemplate the company who is selling these to people. Haven't they ever heard of a pen cap?

Parker is seated on our couch wearing clothes that is somewhere in between formal and casual: a tan leather jacket and black jeans, clothes which are entirely different from what he wore earlier in the day. “You look nice,” I tell him while quickly giving my eyes one last rub to clear them from any remnants of a tearful haze, “if we’re going somewhere nicer then give me a quick moment to get changed?” “Sure,” he narrows his eyes, “you look kind of beat up, are you good?”