“You mean Julia Miller?” I questioned skeptically. “Yep. The girl who has hated your guts ever since seventh grade.” “Well, it’s not my business anyway. He wanted a handjob, I wasn’t ready and he got what he wanted without a single breath. Good for him.” I murmured, handing my student identification card to the cashier, as she swiped it against the sensor to her right. “Not even a single sign of jealousy?” “Why would I be jealous? He knows I have a crush on Brad and we can all agree that he is ten times hotter than Matt has ever been.” I responded, taking a sip out of the polka dotted teacup. “Brad is cute, not hot. Have you even noticed the condition of his skin? It’s horrifying.” “First of all, we’re teenagers, we’re born to have acne and second of all, it doesn’t matter. His smile shines brighter than anything and I’m—“ “Not gonna let physical appearance stop you.” Laura hindered, finishing my sentence. “How’d you know?” “That’s what you say about every guy you’ve ever fallen for.” She sighed, rolling her eyes in composure. “Well, at least I have a good taste in guys unlike someone.” “Unlike me? Oh please, since when have I not had a good taste in guys?” “You define Keegan as a good representation?” I huffed, taking my last sip before I placed my empty teacup on the counter connected to the trash. “Yes! Either way, you were the one who hooked up with him. You like him too.” “Not anymore. His jaw is uneven.” “He had an accident. Look, let’s not talk about this anymore okay?” Laura heaved sharply, pushing down both of her fists in discontent. “Chill Miss period, we’re all here for you, it’s okay—“ “I’ll tell Weston that you like him if you don’t stop.” Laura threatened, annoyance bursting out of her hazel eyes. “I don’... ... middle of paper ... ...was my brothers best friend and I’ve tried to make him come across the idea of inviting me because I’m the little sister of the amazing Alex, but there’s no use. I’m not popular nor am I hot enough to ever get invited to anything. “Oh, that’s cool.” I whooped faintly, as we walked towards the wooden slide set and climbed up under the roof. “Ever thought about singing at coffee house?” Brad questioned, keeping eye contact with me. That’s one of the things I loved about him. He was able to keep eye contact with me the entire time during the conversation, plus his eyes were a very warm color of sky blue that was easy to fall into. “I can’t sing Brad.” “Sure you can, I’ve heard you in rock band before.” “That was back in eighth grade.” “Yeah, a year ago. Really, I think it would be a really cool experience.” “No I—“ “We should do it together.” He discontinued me.
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“It sounds personal to me,” the blond woman said. I felt myself nodding in agreement. “I'm sure the police---”
“Even alone I can’t say I loved Tom,” She admitted in a pitiful voice. “It wouldn’t be true.”
“Damn Bobby, stop being so suspicious,” Marty answered swatting away his assertions. “She’s just a nice girl who works hard and wants to be a model.”
"If I was late to class, he would write me a pass. We were just talking about family and stuff like that . . . until it elevated up to sexual stuff."
“I had no knowledge of this. I just met him at the club down the road. We decided to go for a ride. I’ve known him for no more than an hour!” She explained as the eyes turned on her.
"I'm going to make a big request of you today," he said, pocketing his souvenirs with satisfaction, "so I thought you ought to know something about me. I didn't want you to think I was just some
“True, that he’s no Prince Charming, but there’s something in him that I simply didn’t see.”
“I feel like we’ve been stalked,” Mark grumbled, adjusting his spectacles, “ I guess that’s the consequences of having some Prom King for a best friend,”
Coming into speech class, I mentally and physically prepared myself for what was in store. I never really like giving speeches, especially impromptu speeches. Signing up for speech was hard for me to do because I absolutely did not want to take it and was considering not taking it in high school and wishing that I would never have to take it. My fears for COMM 101 was being judged. I am not really one to care about what people think about me, but something about public speaking gives me a fear that people will judge me if I stutter or not be able to complete a speech. I just wanted to do my best in this class and just breeze through this class and get it over with. Getting up in front of the class for my first speech, was petrifying for me
“Luckily no one saw her kiss you except me, and I’m your friend, so I don’t count.”
“If I am not mistaken, she does not like either” I said, scratched my chin with the end of my fork, remembered what Maddie told me about her family business. “But, if she has to, she will”
In today’s society, Technology is the main player in the way we communicate. Cell phones and social media made the communication easier for people to contact each other. It extends time less to connect between long distance friends. Also, it helps people to spread and enlarge circle of friendships around the world. However, people are losing the way of face-to-face conversation. Sherry Turkle is an expert on culture and therapy, mobile technology, social networking, and sociable robotics argued in her article “the flight from conversation” how using technology can affect our behavior in conversation.