That's Where You're Wrong Kiddo Novels & Stories

“You’re not dirty.” “Father says I am. Only disgusting, dirty little boys let men do things like that.” I swallowed past a lump in my throat. And I thought I had it bad. “I’m sorry,” he said in a teary voice. “It’s wrong to hurt your mate. Mama always said I have to be good to my mate one day. “It’s okay,” I said in the same kind of consoling voice I used when my brothers were little. I got back up and sat on the chair, just out of Monster's reach. “I’m all right.”

she said. The sneer on Jasper's face deepened after Yvonne's questioning. "You think too highly of them, Ms. Schmidt." He pointed at me and said to the audience, "This woman would come up with all sorts of lies just to get her hands on my money. Who knows? Maybe there hadn't been any surgery done for her son. Or maybe the pacemaker they installed in his chest was so cheap that it melted in the fire. "Regardless, how could we ever trust the child of a liar?"

But she also looked sad. And he didn’t like it. “You’re a terrible liar,” he said. Marilyn let out a small laugh. Not because she found the comment funny. Because she knew he was right. The silence returned. Only this time it felt more uncomfortable. Eventually, she shook her head unconsciously. “I don’t know.” Raymond listened. Marilyn swallowed. Then finally forced herself to continue. “I just realized that I don’t fit into your circle or that of the Abrahams compared to my small apartment and my struggling mother.”

I am almost past them when I hear the voice of Bruce. “Hey, babe, how’s you?” he asks, sounding like a chicken that is having his wings plucked out. I roll my eyes. The moron doesn’t realise that it is wrong to say ‘how is you’ and that it should be ‘how are you?’ I can’t blame him though, he hardly attends English classes and the few times he comes, his attention is mostly on the pretty girls trying to pay attention. “Hey Bruce, I’m not your babe, and it’s how are you and not how is you?” I answer, giving him a pitiful smile and he just rolls his eyes.

At the ring. “I’m starting to think,” he said, his voice quieter now, “we’ve been looking at the wrong person all along.” ---

He got my test center wrong, yet somehow you've managed to make it my fault? Behind her, Lewis sniffled softly. "Please don't argue because of me. This is all my fault..."

Quinn, however, had no idea what Jacob was talking about. Confused, she said, "Honey, have you lost your mind? It's perfectly normal not to win the lottery. Only a small percentage of people ever win. Don't take it so personally." Then, Jacob pointed at me and said, "Was it you? Did you switch the lottery ticket?" "It was just the two of you who went to buy the ticket that day. What does it have to do with me?" I retorted.

Speaking out is good for you, too. Alice finally stopped and tilted her head, thinking. "But if I say that, will I really be able to clear my name at school?" I patted my chest and said, "Trust me. It'll be fine." She shook my hand off and said, "Don't grab me like that. People will talk if they see us." I quickly let go. Then she said, "I'll explain it in the school's group chat. But you have to promise to help me practice for my road test. If you don't, I won't help you."

“What did I do wrong?” He’d spent years trying to make up for the way he once hurt Asher in the military, for all the times he didn’t say the right thing, for the boundaries he overstepped in his youth. But he changed. He learned. And still… he was second place. Always. He picked up a rock and hurled it into the lake with a furious scream. Then another. And another. Until his voice was hoarse. Until his body couldn’t move anymore. Until the weight of it all sat on top of him like an anchor.