Walker Scobell Backpack Novels & Stories

The sky was a cool, cloudless blue, and I felt an imagined chill as I leapt out of the truck. I felt a pang of sympathy for Kathrena as she stumbled. She was weighed down by her unnecessarily large backpack, filled to the brim with various books, notepads, and fineliners, and it slipped from her shoulder and onto the gravel. I swept around to the passenger side, and, too swiftly for her to protest, grabbed her bag up from the ground. “Hey –“ she started, and then she paused, as though her brain had just caught up with her mouth. “Thanks,” she said, though she wouldn’t meet my eye.

They couldn't get too much from the bears roaming Greenland . He puts food in his backpack and wraps the rest in a tarp. He folded it into a square, then took a string that he had stuffed into his sports bag. "What are you doing?" Madeleine asked. He looked at her. "It's called the Yukon Pack. I can pack more things this way than this little backpack. His gaze fell on the backpack. "Is this what I'm wearing?" Sage nodded. "Correct." Irena stepped forward and grabbed it. She then walked over to her suitcase and rummaged through it. After pulling out a few items, she stuffed them into her backpack. Sage tried not to notice that one of the items had his boyfriend's picture on it.

Just in case other hikers had no idea where we’re from, I suppose. He gently placed the baseball cap on my head, his fingers leaving tingles in their wake as he smoothed out my hair. “I would hate for your pretty face to get burned,” he said in a tone that made my stomach knot. “Although, we might be unable to tell with the amount you blush,” he added with a wink, and my face warmed on cue. Liam gave me a small red backpack to carry, and I looked at it curiously. There was a neon blue tube coming down the shoulder strap. He gave me another sexy smile that made my stomach flip again. He helped me put it on. “Hydration pack,” he murmured.

"I know but I can't find my backpack" "It's in the room, ask Mr. Thompson to help you" Wyatt finally caught up to him leaving Alanna behind. "Why can't you help me?" Malik pouted. ‘of course he doesn't want me to help him, but I don't care I'm going to look for that backpack' Wilder turned around and walked back into the room. "Hey, have any of you guys seen Mr. Mendes’s backpack" Wilder asked looking around the room. “I think he left it where we charge our phones" Jin responded.

“I have your two passports and mine and our wallets and your phone.” I narrow my eyes at her. How does she know I have two passports? I turn and begin to run. “Keep up,” I snap. “I am,” she bites back. She’s a ballsy little bitch, I will give her that. I turn and take the backpack from her and put it onto my back. “What’s in here?” I ask as I flick the long grass out of my way. “Just what I told you,” she calls. “Oh, and I bought you a sweater,” she adds from behind me.

and a pale pink life vest she had accepted only after calling it “acceptable but emotionally flat.” Karl carried the backpack again. Water, towels, sunscreen, extra socks, snacks, first-aid kit, dry bag, two changes of clothes, and possibly a certificate in disaster preparedness. The man walked ahead with Max hanging off one of his hands and Issa gripping the side of his jacket. I walked behind them with sunglasses, my phone on airplane mode, and dignity that was cracked but still glossy. The morning trail was more beautiful than a place technically standing in the shadow of Casa de Sanctis had any right to be.

“Go-bags for twenty on the way.” These bags were something the real Jacob had spent money on years ago. They were little bags that you could tie around your ankle before you shifted. The straps were stretchy enough that no matter how big your wolf, you wouldn't be able to rip the straps. They weren't big, just enough to carry a t-shirt, pair of shorts and other basics. In this case, they'd all include a gun. “Okay then. You've all got your jobs,” I smiled, motioning for them all to get going.

She nodded eagerly, skipping any idle chatter. “Here.” He handed her the backpack in his hand. She slid her satchel into his. She peeked inside the backpack. Shiny diamond-threaded boots. They shimmered glory onto her face. She flicked invisible tears away from the corners of her eyes. But she could really start tearing up. “Thank you so much, Wes.” “Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome.” “Nice bangs, by the way!” Wes called over his shoulder as he walked off.

I dropped my backpack on one of the stands. I began checking each of the cubicles but they were all empty. Thank goodness. I went back to the large mirror and took off my long sleeved grey shirt, red and green traces of the beating was still visible. I checked my arms and wrists too, they were still looking bruised. I went to my backpack and zipped it open looking for my makeup kit. I just hope this is the last time I'm using this. I took out the concealer from the kit, this is what I usually use to hide my bruised wrists each time I get beaten up.

It was the backpack she was carrying when she died! It was big too! Like... Something inside... "V-V! Why do I have my backpack here?!" K Whatever instantly grabbed it and was stunned that she could touch it! It's really her backpack! More importantly, when she opened it, the snacks she bought from the supermarket that was there too!