4. RepeatLady Allendra always had bad hearing. Not that it was severe enough to deem her deaf or even partially deaf, but it definitely put a damper on the amount of verbal information or general audible stimulus she received. She claimed that her bad hearing was genetic, which was partially true, but it mostly stemmed from her lack of awareness of the environment around her – so much so that it had evolved from her politely requesting a restatement of what was said to her every now and again to her simply not listening the first time anyone ever said anything to her, assuming that the information would be given twice each time someone spoke to her.
Most people who knew her had accepted that part of her, and others learned quickly to adapt to the Lady’s somewhat off-putting manner merely because she was often of higher rank than them and society demanded that sort of respect.
Not that cared about that sort of thing, really. Even at the age of 18, she still found exploring the town o
3. SlideNo no no no.
Jake paced back and forth in his room, occasionally groaning, leaning his head against the wall, or clenching and unclenching his fists.
Gah, so stupid! How could he let that happen? He saw the worst path towards the worst possible outcome and sprinted down it. Mowed over every single living thing on his rush to gratifying his emotions and—
Okay, stop. Maybe he was being a little dramatic. Maybe when he verbalized his angry emotions into the words, “break up,” she didn’t actually take them to mean that he wanted two of them to…stop…dating…
Why did he do that?? Why did he tell Becky that he wanted to break up?? All that happened was that he was frustrated with her, she responded appropriately, and he just went off on her and blurted out stuff he didn’t even mean about her character and how he couldn’t take it anymore.
Take what? Her kindness? Her generosity? Her time? Her honesty? Her amazing sense of humo
2. StormThe day was Wednesday. The time was about 8:05 AM, soon after official clock-in time. It was supposed to be just another boring, predictable day at work – just like Adam liked it.
And then in came Ella.
Not that she was particularly striking in her physical appearance (she had kind of a flustered, girl-next-door vibe) or her behavior (very nice – maybe a little too nice…and apologetic), but she was…something different.
Her first day on the job threw Adam’s morning routine off a little, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. After all, if he was anything, he was good at his job, and working in the fast-paced environment of New York at an advertising agency, he definitely knew how to handle a little unpredictability.
What he wasn’t expecting was distraction.
Oh, the emotions.
Not that Ella was the type of girl who exploded her feelings all over him or anything (which he appreciated) – she was able to keep her persona
1. CollideAs soon as the final school bell rang, Carrie stormed out of her last period class, making a beeline straight for her car. She was sooooo emotional right now. So could not right now. Just could not.
Stupid, stupid Bret. Why is he so hot but so stupid??
She wrenched her car door open, roughly tossed her backpack into the passenger seat, and after quickly snapping her seatbelt in place and adjusting her mirrors (because she’s not a dangerous driver, duh), was ready to go home to wallow in her hormone-charged emotions in the comfort of her own bed. She backed her car out quickly, and briefly entertained mowing down some safety cones to express her righteous anger, but didn’t because mature 16-year-olds don’t do that.
Bret was supposed to go prom with her. With her! Not her dumb sort-of-friend Patricia. Ugh. Patricia. Carrie had dropped subtle-yet-obvious hints to Patricia that she needed to back t