Heavy breathing and the sound of the whistles are all I can hear. The score is 15 to 15 in the third set. The crowd is overflowing with people on the edge of their seat awaiting to see who will win. The movement begins around me with a pass, then set, the ball is set to me, I hit it directly into the block which then ricochets off of her her hands. Our libero picked up the blocked ball, we played it out, and one the point. One more point for the win, the whistle blows, the ball is served...
EK...
I really wish my dad would get up. Does he not know what time it is? I
mean I wouldn't either, who can make out those weird symbols he's
always looking at. He never thinks about me. Maybe if I jump on the bed
it'll stir him, nope nothing. Maybe if I lick him. Come one man, I didn't
want to have to resort to this, "rough." Wow that was a loud bark. Uh oh I
can't wait any longer I must go.
"Hey, Spot, come on you know where the doggy door is!"
Rachel...
Melanie was living in the past, and she didn't even acquire a time machine. All she knew was that every night, she was brought back to the place she had never wanted to leave. Among the ravaged ruins, her feet were always planted in the aftermath. And every time, she could not move. This night would be different. She looked at the map clutched in her hand, and realized she was never going to be able to lead herself out of the mess. She dropped the map with relief as the path appeared, ready to give Melanie her life back.
Mary...
The flowers began showing up on the front porch on a Tuesday. First, roses, then, sunflowers, then, daisies. Paul, Gina's husband, was getting suspicious. Who was this secret lover? What did he want with Gina? How did they know each other? Gina was not helpful in solving the mystery - she'd just bat her eyelashes and give a graceful shrug. "Someone's just noticed me, I guess." Feeling guilty, Paul went out and bought a bouquet of carnations for his wife. Only to come home and find a huge assorted bouquet waiting for Gina. He was furious.
Then he found the receipts.
Jen struts into the store with her debit card in hand, nervous. "You only have 100, that's it. No more no less.", she whispers to herself. Jen closes her eyes bracing herself to apply the huge amount of self-control she knew would be necessary. Opening her eyes and then the door she scans the mall for her first obstacle. Store after store nearly brought her to tears. Frustrated by the limitations Jen felt trapped. "All of this beautiful merchandise and not enough money!", she cried out. Noticing the strange looks she ran to the bench outside. Hey! A hundred dollar bill!
Amy...
