Micha Writes

My ears picked up on the loud splash one of the kids made when they jumped in the pool behind me. I payed it no mind. There were plenty of 10 to 15 year olds splashing around in the pool we were in. I payed them no mind. I was in the water up to my chin, barely moving. I stayed fixed on it. By 'it' I mean The Desk. Yes, I have given that huge, dark brown, wooden desk a name: The Desk. How long has it been? Going on three weeks? I can't believe I still come to this pool area after what happened. I barely even swim anymore. Letting my long, blonde hair relax in the water. I don't do that anymore. I just get in the water, become still as I stare at The Desk. That fucker. I can't believe I got over it so fast. Am I over it? Of course I am, I mean, I stayed quiet this long haven't I? Nobody knows, and I want it to stay that way. Maybe for forever, like it never happened. I hate pity. I don't want people to pity me, especially my boyfriend of five months, Gabrie...

"So, did ya'll do it?" KeKe pressed. Monica smiled shyly. "No. He said he had other things to do." KeKe pursed her lips. "Mm hm. See? Probably out with some other chick since you taking your slow time to satisfy him." Monica's eyes grew sad. I shook my head. KeKe was always like this. "Leave her alone, he ain't with no other chick," I said. "You don't know how the game work around here, Ronnie. These guys are just as fast as these hoes. Monica need to step her game up." Monica just looked at the McDonald's jukebox. Monica has been dating her boyfriend Chris for five months. KeKe thinks it's best and wise to give it up three months, even two months, into the relationship. I guess I wouldn't know what was best because I must be the only inexperienced girl at our high school, besides Monica. KeKe says that she's been all around and knows "the game" better than anyone. According to her, Chris i...

It's her again, Travis thought to himself as he lied in bed, pulling the covers closer to his face to hide. Why is he so frightened of her? He's supposed to be one of the tough ones. He's on the football team and was on the basketball team. But this girl was terrifying. Travis knew she was in the room. He couldn't see her, but he sensed her. Looking at his night stand alarm clock it read 2:55 a.m. She would be appearing in the dark corner behind his door just staring at him. He was always afraid to stare as well as afraid to turn his back. Travis continued watching the dark. Waiting. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier. If his mother was in the hall she would probably hear. Stop it, Travis, obviously she's not hurting you,  Travis thought, Yeah, but why is she here? Travis felt a drop of sweat glide down his forehead. It annoyed him, he wiped it away with his hand, then he stopped. He thought he had heard something. Looking around his room, there was not...