I walked into my bedroom, dropped my school bag on the floor next to my desk, and let out a sigh of excitement. The prospect of seeing Sylvia Marks again had me feeling like a kid on Christmas morning. I couldn’t help but think about how she was the epitome of a drop-dead sexy girl….
As Jakob boarded the coach, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of disdain for the trip ahead. He had never been one for social gatherings, and the thought of spending a day with his classmates was suffocating. His tall frame and broad shoulders made him stand out, but not in a good way –…
As I stood before the audience, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and gratitude. The John Cappy Memorial Trophy was an honor that I never expected, and I was humbled by the recognition. I looked out at the sea of familiar faces, my friends and classmates all beaming with pride, and my…