Magnetic Heart
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Magnetic Heart (Part 1)
Long days are all Robin knows, but she likes her normal. On the other hand, her closest friend Emma hates when she does this. The phone rings on Robin’s desk, but she is oblivious to it. She has her double pierced ears filled with music from her new headphones and her head in her work.
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Magnetic Heart (Part 2)
She finally actually leaves the Crofter Publishing Firm’s front doors and heads to her block of flats. Her mind wanders while her body takes her home. She stops in front of the entrance, hops off her classic red bike, and walks into the lobby. “Good evening Miss Waters,” the doorman says as she enters. “Can
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Magnetic Heart (Part 3)
When morning comes, Robin is alone in the flat. “Em?” As the words come out of her mouth, the door swings open and Emma sets a grocery bag on the sofa table. “I bought booze for the concert,” she exclaims. Robin rolls her eyes, “I think I’d like to remember tonight.” She stands and makes
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Magnetic Heart (Part 4)
The two friends make their way over by bus, then walk the rest. When they are almost there, they almost run straight into a cluster of people. “Are you waiting for the concert,” Emma asks them. The girl closest turn to them and nods, “It has been moving pretty fast, though.” Emma leans to see
The Last Forty Minutes
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The Last Forty Minutes (Part 1)
Your day is almost over. You have made it through every other class. All that is left is good old history, or at least what you used to call a good class. You make your way down the hall and walk the round shaped interior of the building. You watch all of your peers chatting
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The Last Forty Minutes (Part 2)
“Welcome to our last history class together this year,” he says. The people around you cheer like they have just won their independence. That was in the 1700s, you think as you roll your eyes. A grin grows on your face. You peer across the room to your best friend, Amy. She’s rolling her eyes
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The Last Forty Minutes (Part 3)
2:00. Thirty-five more minutes. So close to driving far away from here. You glance at Amy. Her nose is in her book, yet she is also answering Mr. Todo’s questions. She is also answering them correctly. You realize that you should probably learn a thing or two from her. You peak at Mr. Todo. He
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The Last Forty Minutes (Part 4)
2:22. Tyler, one of the boys who sits behind you, has walked up to Mr. Todo. He taps his shoulder after verbal cues did not catch his attention. “What,” Mr. Todo yells while turning to him. His hand barely misses smacking him straight across the face. “I-I-,” Tyler stutters. The class has erupted into laughter.
That's All She Wrote 