Who Said I'll Be Your Huckleberry Novels & Stories

“I know. Your mom was going to come over and wash your mouth out with soap. I suggested Ivory soap. I told her it was the worst.” I couldn’t help the bark of laughter. “And how would you know that, Hazel Walker?” “I have my ways.” “Thanks for suggesting it.” I nudged her. “Even mad at me, you’re supposed to be on my side.” “Oh, I was,” she insisted, peeking up at me with a mischievous grin. “The truth is, my dad told me a story when I was young. He cursed a lot, and his mother punished him and washed his mouth with soap. He said Ivory was awful, yet he kept cursing. So the next time, his mother used Dial, and he never forgot the taste. He was very careful never to curse again.” Her eyes danc

We all wear our clothes again and walked back to the cabin. "Can you give me a piggyback?" I asked Kenneth and he looked at me. "You have legs.” "Thankyou." I squealed ignoring him, I put my hands on his shoulder and jumped to his back. He caught my legs and I circled my arms to his neck. "What a lovely day today." Luke said and I found that sentences funny. I chuckled and turned my head to Luke. He winked. "Babe do you know that there's a saying that if you give a drop of water to a big rock everyday, that rock will crack?" Luke asked Hailey, Hailey turned to Luke smirking.

Huck lifted his glass to his mouth, taking a sip, he placed it back on the gold table in front of him. Marley blinked her eyes and with curiosity, she hurried to sit on the opposite chair across from Huck. "What is it, this time?". She questioned, her eyes not leaving the face of the man in front of her. "It's Daisy". Huck shortly stated. Marley rolled her eyes, as though what she heard was some old story which has been playing over and over again. "Had it been, you had listened to me and killed her, there wouldn't have been any problems. You should have killed her. Even when I offered to, you denied me".

"Who said I was?" "We've been together for almost a year, friends since childhood. I know you, Ray James Branson." Ray slumped back into bed and covered his face with a pillow. He groaned before mumbling something that Milly couldn't make out. So, Milly removed the pillow from his face and asked: "Can you repeat that?" Ray sighed before he sat up again, this time facing Milly. "I said that it's stupid." He bit his lip and looked away from Milly.

I said, “the person I should beat the shit out of is you.” Maurice pushed his glasses up his nose. “Like I said, it’s just a theory.” I decided to try again, this time without the thumbplay. I walked over and sat down next to my Huckleberry friend. “You aren’t as much fun as Raviva and his lot. I guess you aren’t part of his band of merry pranksters.” The mention of Raviva didn’t get a reaction from the troll I was talking to, but the others did look my way. I decided to push on to see if I could provoke a verbal response from one of them.

I inquired, feeling super curious. "Julian Hall, the giggle bug." He replied and I so traveled down my memory lane. Immediately, I remembered!! "You!!"

"I am what I am, an' I'm not ashamed. 'Never be ashamed,' my ol' dad used ter say, 'there's some who'll hold it against you, but they're not worth botherin' with.'" — Rubeus Hagrid to Harry, Ron, and Hermione in The Goblet of Fire N A T A S H A | The Cunning Ex Girlfriend

"Angela, I'm dreaming this, right? It's not really happening, is it?" She laughed, throwing back her head. "Does it really matter? A wise man once said, 'Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.'" I knit my brow. "Who said that? Walt Disney? Picasso? Hemingway?" Angela began to move away from me, her steps like a graceful dance. "Tupac Shakur. He knew what he was talking about. I love you, sweet man. Live your life and don't be a dumbass."