http://slow.writerscafe.org/I_am_your_poncho The original writings of author ~Juliette~ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776185192 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “I would, but I have practice. I am going 2 the music room. Meet U there?” I text her back.“Sure thing. See U soon.”I shove the phone back into my pocket.I walk through the crowed hallways and down a flight of stairs, and through a few less-crowded halls until I get to my loc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_your_poncho/792101/ Don’t switch the blade on the guy in shades, oh no.Don’t masquerade with the guy in shades, oh no.You’ve got it made with the guy in shades, oh no.The moving music stops playing in the hallways. Half of my class still isn’t here, then again, half of my class consists of peop.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_your_poncho/790352/ I still dont know what this is about :3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_your_poncho/790350/ "Is this you?" Gabe pulls out a picture frame from out of the box he is looking in. He gives me the frame and I stare at the little girl with her short black hair curled into perfect ringlets, a small basket of flowers held with both hands in front of her pink dress with white lace on the hems of he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_your_poncho/787088/ I randomly thought of this, and just decided to post. Might give me an idea for another book. :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_your_poncho/780532/ I want this book to be a little more mature than Cross My Heart. For mature teenagers and up. :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_your_poncho/779946/ Heya :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_your_poncho/779932/ There was no song option D: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_your_poncho/772959/ I sit down at the island next to Vince with my breakfast of toast Monday morning. Monday’s are the worst day of the week, without a doubt. “So, Aster, I have some news.” Vincent says, turning a page of today’s newspaper.“Mhm?” I say with a mouthful of toast.&ldquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_your_poncho/747018/ “I was six when they died. Vincent was in high school so he had to drop out to take care of me. I was close with my parents, so when they died, I felt empty and alone. I ignored everyone in school and all of my family members who tried to help me get through it.”I look to the window besi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_your_poncho/747016/ Around us is dark and fuzzy, almost faded. Andy falls down the stairs and Vincent and I watch him rise to his feet. I take a step back and Vince does the same. Andy’s face becomes the face of a dog, but still with human qualities. Maybe it isn’t the face of a dog, but more like the face .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_your_poncho/747015/ Chapter FiveI am sitting on the couch in the den watching Vince watch the news with my knees pulled up to my chest when the door bell rings.I get up and rush to the door and open it up. Gabe stands there. He looks very threatening -but always attractive- the way the moon casts light on his face, cau.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_your_poncho/747011/ “Crap, crap, crap.” I say to myself. I have slept in and I am struggling to find an outfit to wear. Not to mention a suitable one. I grunt again and look through my pants. Underneath all of my shorts, I find a pair of jeans I haven’t seen for months. They are dark purple with holes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_your_poncho/747009/ I glace to the isle where the voice came from and realize it is Gabe’s. He must work here because his blue apron has “Pablo’s” written on it.I glare at him, not fond of his teasing and say, “No I haven’t thank you very much.”“Wow, fierce.” he say.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_your_poncho/747007/ He is overwhelmingly handsome for someone in the school; most the guys are either very, very muscular, have acne scars, are obese, or just plain repulsive.There is something about him, that makes me smile back; not a fake smile like I used in math, but a real one, that only one that Vincent can pull.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_your_poncho/747005/ “Aster?” I look up confused and disoriented for a few seconds until I realize that I am in math. I look down at the flowers I was drawing on the back on the worksheet that was assigned a few days ago. I quickly look up at the white board and glace around at the sentences and diagrams wri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_your_poncho/747002/ There comes a time in every ordinary person’s life when they want their life to be not-so-ordinary. What would you do if you were confronted with such a choice? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/I_am_your_poncho/746998/