Tim ducked into the empty hallway, trying to avoid Principal Becker or Coach McGregor.  The new coach was a hard ass about attendance.  He’d spent two weeks running steps at 5 AM before deciding to at least attempt good attendance.  McGregor considered lateness the same as not going but it was only first period, so Tim hoped to avoid steps ( Read more... )

Matt bent over, tying his tennis shoe.  He stood up, pulling at the string on his waistband.  “Hey, Tim,” he began, putting the gym bag strap over his shoulder.  “Tim,” Matt repeated, louder.

Looking up, slowly, Tim ran his hand through his damp hair, “Saracen?”

“Uh, yeah, um, I was wondering if I could catch a ride down to Jack’s,”  Matt looked ( Read more... )

“OK, guys.  Get into your lab groups.  I want you to do the experiment on page eighty.  Each group insert needs to turn in one paper,”  Mrs. Keluchin said as she passed out blank sheets to each table.  She handed a paper to Waverly.

Tim sat back in his chair. Tucking a pencil behind his ear, biology was over for him today.  With Waverly in his ( Read more... )

“Brian,” Noannie yelled up the steps, cradling the phone against her chest. She heard no response so she called, louder this time, “Brian. Telephone.” Noannie sighed when she heard her brother’s feet hit the floor. He ambled down the stairs, demanding to know the caller. “I don’t know,” Noannie said, handing the phone to Brian, “some coach I think ( Read more... )

“3-2-1 Happy New Year,” the party called in a collective roar. Jason grabbed Suzie’s hand and pulled her into his lap. While the music played, he kissed her.

“Happy New Year indeed, QB,” Herc drew out. Cracking open a can of beer, Herc passed it to Jason after taking a drink.

Breaking the kiss, Suzie stood up, “oh hey Herc, nah, I’m good thanks,” ( Read more... )

Damn you, Georgetown.  I should have known not to bet on a team that f-ing Condi Rice cheered for.  Roy, you let me down.  I thought you could take Hansbrough, but you couldn't take the pressure of Davidson ( Read more... )

“Dad,” Julie called, sticking her head around the doorframe to her room, “telephone.” She placed her hand over the receiver, listening for her father to pick up the other line.

“OK,” Eric yelled in the direction of his daughter. He picked up the phone on the kitchen wall, “hello. Yes, this is Eric Taylor. I see, well yeah, um, I’d be honored.” Eric ( Read more... )

To Mike Huckabee on Saturday Night Live:  Stay in the race, please stay in the race.  I love you as a politician.  As a person, not so much.  Your little smirk, freakin brilliant.  It's not like Bush's bull shit smirks, you really hope that you make it to the convention.  Rock on that bass some more ( Read more... )