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Monday morning in August in South Carolina
The orange emblem of Ashley Waters High School was printed in the corner.
The only problem was, I didn’t know a thing about it, and I wasn’t allowed to ask questions.
Homeroom Room 135 AP English - Trailer 10 - Ms. Johnson AP Geometry - Room 220 - Ms. Smith Violin - Music Room B - Mr. Blackbourne AP World History - Trailer 32 - Mr. Morris Lunch AP Biology - Room 107B - Mr. Gerald Japanese - Room 212 - Dr. Green Gym - Gymnasium - Mrs. French
None of them ever seemed to notice touching as much as I did.
“Did you happen to mention us at the time?”
“I might have said something like I knew you, Kota. I didn’t say anything about the others. Dr. Green recognized your handwriting on my paper.”
His reddish brown hair was a little mussed but I found it to be charming.
In a line came Victor, Luke, Gabriel, North and Silas.
The others greeted Kota and Nathan in the hallway. Silas was the first to spot me.
“Hey look, they let me in.”
I blushed as North casually put an arm behind my shoulders against the couch cushions.
his eyes were so intense,
North’s step-brother, but Luke’s long, blond hair loosely hung around his shoulders, and his smile was warm and always ready to laugh.
North’s fingers traced small circles at my shoulder.
“Or rather, let’s start with getting there.”
“I’ve got Gabriel,” said Victor,
“We’re good,” North said. “Luke and I can grab Silas.” “Good. Logically, I’ll take Na...
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I caught Luke’s gaze as he stared at me, his blond hair falling in front of his dark eyes. I wasn’t sure if he realized he was doing it, or maybe he was just staring out into space but happened to be looking in my direction.
what was Luke thinking here?
His striking face had distracted me from watching the others.
It was hard for me to believe the guy who appeared to be one of the least aggressive; the least likely leader had come to the role he had developed.
In our old neighborhood, back in Illinois, I often took walks outside. Since the closest kid lived a couple of miles away, my mother eventually relaxed to let me walk in the woods near the house.
Marie told me they bought our new house here on Sunnyvale Court because it was the least crowded street within an hour’s drive of where my dad worked.
It was a last minute purchase and my mother wasn’t happy about it, but it did have a lot of wooded areas.
Why did they move there
His fingers stopped the gentle motion at my shoulder and simply rested against me.
“Like I give a shit what she thinks,” he said, but he frowned and rolled onto his side on the carpet, covering his eyes with an arm. “Can we not talk about this right now?”
Why does Nathan seem upset with how Danielle treated their situation
Homeroom Room 135 Luke, North AP English - Trailer 10 - Ms. Johnson Kota, Gabriel, Luke AP Geometry - Room 220 - Ms. Smith Nathan, North Violin - Music Room B - Mr. Blackbourne None AP World History - Trailer 32 - Mr. Morris Victor, North Lunch AP Biology - Room 107B - Mr. Gerald Silas Japanese - Room 212 - Dr. Green
Victor Gym - Gymnasium - Mrs. French Gabriel, Nathan
That confirmed things. If Victor’s schedule was altered, the others were most likely done as well.
“Kirei-na hitomidane.”
The way he said it in his baritone voice made it almost sound like a song lyric.
“There’s periods where we won’t see you for several hours.”
There was a knock at Kota’s door.
It was only a minute before Kota returned, we all looked up at him expectantly. He looked pale.
“It’s your sister,” Kota said, turning to me. “Your older sister. She’s asking for you.”
I didn’t want to scare him with my worry over what she would do to me.
The others looked like they wanted to say something, but no one did. North was sitting up on the couch, his hands clenched. Nathan stared at the floor. Gabriel, Luke and Victor looked between Kota and I, as if waiting for either of us to tell them what to do.
He said nothing but gave me a look that for once I understood. He wanted a word from me the moment I could find a way.
The anger and power radiated through her tone and it felt like the house was shaking around me. It was all I needed to hear. She knew everything.
Why did she have to sound like she was more worried about what she would have to go through than for my safety?
The rice bit into my skin as I knelt against the ground. I understood then. It was much worse than a bare floor. Each grain felt like a tiny cut, only it didn’t break the skin. I performed a kowtow, trying to look humble.
Hours passed before my mother left her room to go to the kitchen and found me still kneeling on the floor. She blinked at me, as if she’d forgotten why I was there and ordered me to my room.
It wasn’t the longest amount of time I’d spent on my knees, but it was one of the most painful.
My knees were bruised as I had spent a lot of time readjusting myself on the floor to try to ease the bite from the rice. I flicked out the rice embedded into my skin in the upstairs bat...
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I used Korean lettering in a slightly different format. I made lines and circles that made up the Korean alphabet, writing my thoughts in a language they couldn’t read.
“Baby,”
I dreamed about a frost sweeping over a field. I was running to stay ahead of it. The frost froze animals and plants solid. If it touched me, I would freeze to the spot forever.
“And don’t pout that sweet lip. That shit never works on me.”
They all laughed loud enough to draw attention from others at another table.
why do the guys always seem to laugh when she thinks she is not cool enough or doesn't understand why they would want to hang around her?
“I’m Mr. Ferguson.
teacher. works for Mr Hendricks. doesn't really want to. follows Kota around
