http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tiff The original writings of author MusicJunkie66 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776182437 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  9    While my teacher was lecturing about right triangles, sine, cosine, and tangent, I was working on writing a message. All five of us had the same trig class together, so we spent most of that time passing notes back and forth.  (Pass this to Rudy)You'll neve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/553151/  8    Our bell rang at seven o'clock that evening. When I looked out of the peep hole I saw that it was Sam, and he was holding a sleeping bag.    "What are you doing here? The least you could've did was call first," I said when I opened the door. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/547241/  7    I made myself a cup of tea and sat at the computer downstairs in the basement. I Googled "Roger Starks." When the results came up my heart stopped.    My eyes scattered over the little bits and pieces: born in southern England...convicted in 1994..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/541009/  6    Two days later on a Friday I found myself at the bottom of the same hill, only this time we were showing the police and a detective where the body was. I stood off to the side as the air made my cheeks red. When we were back on the road, the detective told us to just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/540485/  5    "All right, you guys have to shut up and calm down!" Jack said. None of us were listening and we all made our way to the hill. We pushed and fought to get to the top. When we made it we all toppled one another.    I could see that the front of Sam's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/539642/  4    The air was so chilly that I could feel my neck turning red. We skateboarded down a bunch of steep hills to the reservoir/creek. Sam munched on a tasty cake while we traveled there.    "You want a bite?" he said, his mouth full of cream and chocolat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/538839/  3    I was awaken to the sound of barking and pots clinging together downstairs in the kitchen. I couldn't believe that dog was outside all night. It was a good thing that I was in a dead sleep when I got off the phone.    My mum spoke to me when I came .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/537989/   2    I pulled the collar of my jacket closer to my throat. The weather had the feeling of rain. It rained almost every day here.    My neighborhood was crummy: there was moss and vines growing on the sides of the houses, flowers were dead in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/536155/  1    I jiggled my house keys nervously as I waited to hear my name called. School was already over, so I was anxious to leave. I was called into the head school master's office, since he wanted to "talk" to me. Because of the noise of the keys, the lady working over a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/534434/  Epilogue    Christmas music played softly in the background as we decorated the tree. There were only two more weeks till the 25th, and I was crossing off the days on the calendar in the kitchen. But the holidays was going to be even better this year, since we still had Ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/533883/  Twenty    Harriet was finally well enough to go back to school. She met me outside at the front. "Hey, long time no see," I said.    She laughed. "I know this sounds crazy, but I'm actually happy to be back."   Just then, I saw Emil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/533876/   Nineteen    "You said you would tell me later," I said. "You know, about how you were acting so weird when we left the house."    "Man, you don't forget anything, do you?" she sighed. "Well, I guess I should just get it over with." She drew in a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/533507/ Best friends Toby, Sam, Jack, Alex, and Rudy have been skateboarding together since they can remember. Life seems normal: until they discover a dead body in a reservoir and meet a notorious killer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/533501/  Eighteen    I was so curious to see how Maggie's house was coming along. I rode with her and my uncle to Berwick. I never realized it until now: my uncle is a terrible driver.    One minute he put on his breaks too much, the next minute he pressed o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/533208/   Seventeen    "You were really great, Maggie," I said.   "Aw, it was nothing."   "Yeah, but he deserved it though," Jack said.    It was dark by now. The air had gotten colder and a bit mistier. I wish I had brought my swea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/532193/   Sixteen    Scott's house was small and cramped. Their living room looked as if they had just moved in yesterday. We all went into the den, where there was more room to sit down.    "Make yourselves at home. My parents won't be back until tomorrow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/531230/  Fifteen    Days went by and it was finally Friday. Fridays didn't excite me, it felt the same way as any of the other days. I didn't go out on Friday nights; usually on Friday evening, all of the kids in the neighborhood gathered at the coffee shop and hung out there. Jack.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/530871/  Fourteen    There weren't any cars in our small driveway. All of my worry vanished. "Oh, thank God!" I said as I slapped my hand against my chest. "My parents aren't home yet, and neither is your dad."    "I told you, didn't I? I've never steered you wro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/529443/  Thirteen    I kept my focus on the houses and trees going by as we rode on the bus.   "Yeah, I'll be there in about ten minutes or so... Right, okay, see you then," Maggie was saying on her mobile. She flipped it shut.    Maybe I wasn't any f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/528882/  Twelve    After school, we decided to go over to the mechanic shop where my uncle worked. But before we stopped there, Maggie went by the coffee shop to buy a cream-filled doughnut.    "What do you need a doughnut for?" I asked.   "My da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/527365/  Eleven    I studied my face in the mirror as I brushed my teeth on Monday morning. No pimples or not-so invisibe places where you could see a pimple that I had in the past. I looked great, for once.     Maggie met me in the doorway. Everything she h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/525145/   The iPhone is my favorite piece of technology of allIt makes life so simpleWhile also acting as a device that makes a phone call So small yet versatileSo sleek and shinyIt certainly makes me smile There's so many things on the deviceA calculator, games, vi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/524750/    How I Love Skinny Jeans, Let Me Countthe Ways: I love how you make my legs look so straight and leanWith no exceptions in between I love how you come in so many colors and styleThe variety goes on for miles I love how you cause so much attenti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/523469/ this is for girls ONLY!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/523052/  Ten    Saturday had finally came, and I was going to Emily and Ellen's house for my "make over."    "So you met these girls at school?" Maggie asked as she put a t-shirt on over her head.    "Yeah. I didn't have anyone else to sit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/522455/  Nine    "You promised to tell me why you got expelled," I said into the darkness. It was eleven o'clock at night and neither one of us was asleep. Talking to each other would probably help us to doze off.    "Vandelism. I was drawing stuff with spray pai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/516869/  Eight    Maggie met me outside, just like planned. Kids swarmed out of the school while I had a hard time spotting her.     "See you on Saturday!" Emily and Ellen said in unison.   "All right, see you then," I replied.   Maggie wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/516412/  Seven    I didn't even have to set my alarm clock; I automatically opened my eyes at six-thirty. Maggie was snuggled up in the corner, snoring softly. I slowly pulled back my sheets and tip-toed over to wake her up.    "Come on, Maggie, it's time to get .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/514570/  Six    I could tell that the next few months were going to be dull. Maggie wanted me to take her for a tour of our town. Jack and I showed her the bookshop, the tiny children's botique, the grocery store, and the playground that nobody ever uses. The more we showed her aro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/513132/  Five    When I saw Maggie and my uncle riding up the lane into our neighborhood, I ducked back into the doorway of the front door. I hadn't seen them since two or even more Christmases ago. I looked down at my outfit, a checkered shirt and a plaid knee length skirt. I was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/511066/  Four    I remember the day very well. It was Saturday morning. I strolled down the stairs for breakfast after I had slept in past twelve. It was a great week actually; I stayed home all the way through, catching up on my studying and letting my eye heal. Thinking about nex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/510445/  Three    I couldn't have been more embarrassed or angry in my entire fifteen years of living. Plenty of embarrassing things have happened to me at school( I threw up, I sat down but missed the chair, my teacher asked me to solve an equation on the blackboard.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/509540/  Two    Beep, beep, beep, beep...   "All right, I'm coming, hold on a minute," I muttered in my sleep. I rolled over to the sound of my alarm clock. "Oh," I said, annoyed. I slammed the off button. I sat up in bed and wiped my eyes. It was six-thirty. The s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/507999/  One    I pedaled as fast as I could as the air whizzed past my ears. It was my evening routine: ride by across the bridge, go past the Guilford's bakery, and then circle around the brewery, where my father worked. I loved being out by myself, away from other peop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/507954/ 15-year-old Annabel Herkimer's life couldn't get any worse: until her obnoxious cousin moves in, due to their house burning down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/507948/ 25    I was basically on house arrest. I wasn't allowed to do anything: no cellphone, no iPod, no computer, no TV, and no boys. I might as well have been in prison.    Thanksgiving had passed, and by the time I could go outside, it was freezing. I forgot wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/507825/  24    The clock struck to eleven. My shirt was off and so was Harry's. In a situation like this, I usually would've been ashamed... but I wasn't. I probably had ruined a part of my life that I mapped out, but I didn't care. I didn't care until I saw headlights outside, tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/507817/  23    "Holy cow," Harry said as he stepped into the foyer of my house. "This place is awesome, it's spacious."    "Thank you," I said. "Come on in and have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?"    "Sure, I'll have a glass of water.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/507684/  22    I hadn't been to a Chinese restaurant in ages. Every time we go out, I let Morgan choose the place. Sakura was the name, and all around the restaurant there was beautiful artwork.     We didn't start talking until our food came: I ordered shrimp fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/506775/  21    My heart was beating with fear. Never in my life have I went to a guidance counsuler, so I was nervous about what to expect. Since I went to a Catholic school, the counsuelers here were supposed to be the best, like professionals. But my feelings have been so mixed u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/505073/  19    I was so happy to be sent home early. There was no way I could hold out until the last class. My parents weren't home yet, so I just layed on the living-room couch and watched TV. I wasn't sick, just confused. I was having all these emotions, happy one day- sad .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/504117/ something I came up with for a high school writing contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/503999/  19    I walked into the classroom, not really being able to feel my legs. I stiffly sat down at the back of the class. Morgan plopped in the desk beside me. "You can look over my notes real quick," she said.    "No, that's all right." Truthfully, I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/503650/ 18 Note: I'm going to skip one part in the chapter, only because this website shut down for repairs while I was working on it and I didn't get a chance to publish. I figured it would be a pain to write the whole beginning over again, but I hope you enjoy it anyway =) &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/499564/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tiff/499563/