“Oh lord, here we go again! Why will it not stop?” Sabrina was exhausted from having to deal with the same issue repeatedly; she knew she had to put an end to this. Millie was on the couch sulking again, watching another rom-com movie on mute as Usher’s “Moving Mountains” played on loop. Sabrina had
Sam lifted the water bottle to his pursed lips which clasped around the sucker on the water bottle. He sucked so hard and fast that each gulp produced a deep reverb as some water trickled down the side of his mouth and face dripping on the floor, utterly oblivious of the distraction he caused in
Makena’s head was craned back, eyes closed as she soaked in the day’s sunlight, her feet submerged under the steady stream of water flowing through her little garden. She was in paradise. Her nose pointed straight up to the sky; palms pressed behind her on the deck chair she sat on made her look graceful
David just stood there, hands hanging limb on either side of his windy frame. He stared and said nothing completely no emotion on his face. People walked past him with the occasional shove from the angry or overzealous ‘hand’ talkers. He did nothing he just stood there, back hunched over, head hung, he said nothing.
Becky sat on her bed and stared at the bare walls of her room. It was a bit eerie today, it felt like the walls were showing her what she was inside, plain, bare and extremely empty. She shifted her weight to yank the duvet cover from underneath her, the old steel frame creaked echoing
Otin, cupped his hand and looked at his nails and shrugged. He lifted his pinky and shoved it up his nostrils in a violent act. His finger wiggled in his crinkled nostril, his eyes darting from side to side. It looked as if he was looking for something lodged up in his brain he was