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My next kiss occured when I was fourteen. Tommy was the older brother of my then best friend, Monica. He was sixteen and had been brave enough to ask me out through his little sister. Despite my parents' rule that I couldn't date until I was sixteen, they relented and Tomm and I headed off for a grand adventure at the local skating rink, If I'm honest with myself, I have to admit that I don't remember anything about our time at te skating rink. All the excitement happened behind the big steel...

I've always been a bad judge of character. My subconscious leads me towards people who are inherently bad for me. Sometimes, I wonder, does my inner mind have it in for me? Does it secretly revel in my suffering? My inner pull towards the “bad boys” has always existed. Always. When I was seven, one of my best friends in the whole world was Nathaniel. He was beautiful. Ever tan, with brown hair that was always cut a little too long. With a toss of his head, his hair would dangle o...

A hesitation. Waiting, with my heart pounding. Our disappointment.

        Cruelly, my presence had no affect on her. Her heels danced over my dropped glass as she made her way to the bar.          My eyes devoured her, drank her. Consumed every last inch of her. Charlotte lowered herself onto the stool next to mine. She swiveled the chair around as she waited for the bartender to make his way back to our end of the bar. Each circle her chair made sent waves of her scent crashing int...

Inspiration often enters our lives from places we never expect. As a creative writing teacher at Forestbrook Middle School, it is my job to inspire young people everyday. I find joy in stirring young minds, and feel blessed to get paid for it! Each student who enters my classroom touches my heart in a different way. Some have taught me patience, some have shown me how to laugh at my worst day, and some have created memories that will last a lifetime. This past quarter, I met a student who com...