Rodney finally caught his breath and climbed back onto the fence, “Look don’t worry about it, let’s jump the fence, go in real quick, grab the ball and then nobody will ever know it was us.”
I can barely see the side of her face but I see a black mascara line on her cheek, a remnant of the tear that was rolling down her face, not a minute ago.
I hear muffled footsteps. I also can’t see very well, my vision is blurry and I can barely make out the tile floors. Why am I seeing the floor tiles go by? I finally come to, I’m being carried!
He wasn’t a very smart kid, he kept to himself and avoided conflict. His hair was red, his skin was pale and his nose always went blood red when he got nervous, which the kids would regularly tease him for by calling him the Class Clown.
The closet is dead silent, not one of the three girls is able to keep from fidgeting, but they won’t dare make a whisper. If a peep comes out of either of their mouths, the strangers in the house may hear them.
Riley’s breathing was a little heavy, she hadn’t felt this giddy in a long time. This was her big opportunity to get her foot in the door with Goldman Sachs.
She stood up from her seat, shook herself off, put on a big smile and walked through the office door.
“Okay first of all, you uncultured swine,” started Anthony, “they are both pastas, and no they are totally not the same thing, Fettuccine is thicker and has a bolder taste, its richer… Linguine is okay but nowhere in comparison.”
I’m 5’4″ (very tall) so if you’re not at least 6 feet tall then don’t even bother. Boys can’t handle a woman like me, so only swipe right if you’re a real man. I never message first, so if you want to talk to me then message me.
God blessed me the first day I saw her, I just knew she had to be mine. Her smile can light up the night sky, the curves on her are endless, her laugh sounds like the laugh of an angel, and her hair is long, rich and wavy like a vibrant red river. I fall more in love with her every single night that she spends in my home.
“We’re fucked you hear me, FUCKED!” cried Chris. “What do we do? They’re coming, it’s only a matter of-” started Beverly, “It doesn’t fucking matter what we do, once they break through those doors, we’re completely fucked!” snapped Chris.