http://slow.writerscafe.org/Smalleyes88 The original writings of author Sofia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986451 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15    We got to the school and immediately after parking I leaped out of my truck and ran into the school. John and Leo were on my heels.   "Cafeteria! Quick!" Leo yelled to me. For once the teachers let us run through the halls without a nasty look. No one was around to be hit.&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smalleyes88/1402677/    The next day I got to try out my new car. Well, it wasn't exactly new. But it was still a car. A truck is a more accurate name for the vehicle. And while I knew it wasn't mom's truck, it looked a lot like it. The truck brought back memories. Mostly happy, but a few sad memories. &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Smalleyes88/1402671/    I woke the next morning to my phone going off several times with my text message alert. I glanced at it and groaned with annoyance. All birthday texts. 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