Her eyes remain closed, her face emotionless, as he backs away to his side of the bench seat.  He watches her carefully, examining every detail of her face for some exterior betrayal of her thoughts or feelings, but nothing reaches the surface.  Finally, he sighs, leaning back into his seat for a moment, and then reaches forward to ( Read more... )

            “Angela!  Are you okay?” he inquires worriedly, his eyebrows knit together in frustration and concern.  Angela only glares at him in response.  He leans down towards her, softly cupping her elbow as he looks into her eyes.  Her eyes soften towards him and she glances towards where her joint meets his hand.  She breathes deeply, nodding ( Read more... )

Angela pulls the passenger side door to Jordan’s car shut as she climbs in and buckles her seatbelt.  She looks over at him as he starts the car.

I used to dread going to school, suffering through long classes and navigating the halls.  My only refuge was coming home after school to my dad making me a snack.  Now I dread coming home.  Even before ( Read more... )

            “Angela - ” he begins.

“Look - ” she says, then looks up at him once more. “You, um, you go.”

“I-I just think you should know, you know, that I… didn’t really write that letter,” he stumbles. “I like, wanted to.  So bad.  To be able to.  I just, I tried, and I didn’t know how to say… what I really wanted to ( Read more... )