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Opinion posted over a year ago
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It's our week for spring break and I've thought about calling Nick, but every time I dial his number, that's all I do, I always hang up. Sometimes I just hold the phone in my hands and it never makes it to my ear.
But, one day my little Volkswagen breaks down and since dad doesn't know anything about automobiles, we have to take it Luy's Shop - the place Nick works.
I drive our old Chevy, towing my bug to Luy's with Dad and he unhitches it when we get there.
"Grace, I gotta get to work, maybe Nick can bring you home," dad says, looking tentifully at the...
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Opinion posted over a year ago
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I sit in my car, contemplating on whether or not I should go pick up Lola. I've driven her to school everyday since I've had my driver’s license, which has only been a few weeks, but still, would it be right to leave her to fend for a new ride?
So I drive by her house and honk for five minutes straight until her dad finally comes out and tells me she rode the bus. We vowed that when the first one of us gets our drivers license, we'd never have to ride the bus ever again. I drive to school alone and think about how she could possibly deceive me like that and wonder if the best...
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Opinion posted over a year ago
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I wake up with a feeling that something has been taken from me, but in a good way. I lay in my warm, comfortable, pillow surrounded bed for a little while longer before I decide to get up. I go into the bathroom and turn on the shower. The warm water that penetrates my body feels so good and after my thoughts wander to Nick, the water feels even warmer. I wrap a towel around my body when I'm done and quietly tip toe into my room where I see Nick's hoodie lying on my office chair, where I put it last night. I pick it up and take in his essence, smells exactly like Nick. An aroma I can't explain...
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Opinion posted over a year ago
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He made me stay in the car while he checked us into the room. I had barely noticed that he carried in two packs of beer with us. We started off just watching television and sucking on a beer. Then soon enough he had too many drinks and he started kissing my face. The bad thing is, is that I let him and I kissed him back. He touched me to, but again, I let him and then he pulled my shirt off. I didn't mind it much until then and that's when I knew that this wasn't the best choice I'd ever made. The smell of his breath penetrated my neck and filtered in through my nose, making my stomach wrench....
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Opinion posted over a year ago
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My tears are proof our love is real.
Your anger bubbles over, but never on me.
We're young, so what?
They have no proof.
We're meant to be, I know it's true.
You and me are a beautiful sea,
of desperation,
of loneliness,
of love
and fate.
They'll never except you.
They'll never understand.
I could never tell them.
But does that mean I'll never hold your hand?
I want you here, with me, forever.
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