My phone buzzed on the nightstand jostling me awake. Looking at the phone, I was greeted by a text from my friend, TY. It was shortly after midnight. Ty and his wife Amy had been two of my closest friends since high school, but they had no respect for the concept of being in bed at a reasonable hour.






ARE YOU GOING TO CON

TOMORROW/

I woke to the sound of the postal van driving off. I practically leapt from my bed, hastily throwing on some shorts and a t-shirt before sprinting to the door. Perhaps I was overly excited- mail deliveries had quickly become the highlight of my days as the summer began, which was probably a sign that I needed to pick up some hobbies or at least get a part time job or something to keep me busy until college started in the fall.

It was the weekend after my high school graduation and I was on my couch, watching tv as was typical for my Saturday nights. I had the volume cranked higher than usual- the only way I could hear the SNL monologue over the sound of the torrential downpour pounding all sides of my house. The monologue had turned into a musical one- I should have seen it coming, Miley Cyrus was hosting this week. My phone buzzed. I glanced over- it was a text from the pizza place I had ordered from over an hour

The field trip was going okay. Sure, I had little interest in seeing the musical version of “Wicked” once I learned that it did not contain the mother-daughter-man with two penises three way that was in the book- but it still meant getting out of class for the day and an early start to the weekend. Plus, the architecture at the city theatre was pretty neat and I had so far managed to avoid being alone my English teacher, Ms. Smith. I could see her looking for me, wearing in an over

I sat alone in the food court, sipping a

monstrosity

of an iced coffee that bore little resemblance to my usual order of "uh, normal?" I was at my preferred table, hidden from view



(or as hidden from view as you can get in a busy, highly modern mall) behind a support pillar. It was a special occasion- or at least what passed for a special occasion thes

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Sitting awkwardly in a pillowy chair Mike fidgeted with his watch while his therapist simply looked at him quizzically. He didn't want to be here. His work was making him be here because he wasn't able to focus on his job after Viv's death. The construction company had started to

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Sitting alone in the cafeteria Ollie pulled out a large text book from his bag and set in on the table. It wasn't an unusual scene. No one wanted to be friends with the kid who was two years younger than everyone else. In some ways he hated his intelligence. He had no friends, was socially awkward, and his parents fought about him a lot. Or used to fight about him a lot. His teachers kept wanting to skip him a head but his father was certain that two grades up was already too

Keegan nervously knocked on the door to the large flat in front of him. A friend of a friend had offered to “introduce” him to a cute boy he’d been crushing on for a while, but had only given him an address and a time to show up.
He waited in silence for a moment, before the door opened up and he was greeted by a very pleasant sight. Smiling at him through the doorway was a cute blonde boy with shoulder-length blonde hair, dressed in a fishnet tank top, exposing his bare chest

“What the hell is wrong with him?” Mary asked, Pointing to Evan as he moaned and writhed in his hospital bed. He was wearing nothing but a patient’s gown, and his bubble butt was clearly visible to the staff, who all averted their eyes. Well, all except Mary, his nurse.
“Oh, him? He keeps saying something is “stuck” in his intestines. Pretty sure he’s lying, and the X-ray is busted, so we can’t tell,” The doctor replied, Flipping through her