Biting the inside of my cheeks, nibbling on my nails, pulling my hair, I feel too sick, too empty, to eat.
Hot then cold, pulling my jacket on and off, tapping my feet and my pencil shakily.
Last night I was ready. The answers were all there. Now, they are so far back in my mind that even the smallest of distractions makes my memory disappear. The kid across the room, chewing gum, I want to hit him. Tell him, “Shut up, I’m trying to remember!”
But there’s no talking allowed during a test.
via Daily Prompt: Test
The troubled teacher, most often warm, motherly, and full of praise, on rainy days became cold, cruel, unfeeling, and a tower of condescension.
Mary Lou, heir to a large fortune, jumped daintily over a petal. Her toes pointed and her thin legs stretched out like a startled deer when she leaped.
The taco-lover, crumbs collecting in his beard, and grease dripping down his chin, munched happily on his tenth Supreme Taco, as his wife looked on in disgust.
Attending a rap concert in Charlotte, I watched the crowd evolve from an excited beehive into a kicked hornet’s nest.
Am I stylish?
Some days the answer is yes. Absolutely!
Some days I wear high heals, and flouncy skirts, and tight jeans.
Some days I curl my hair and wear dark pink lipstick and heaps of mascara.
But, on rainy days, or sleepy days, or Mondays, or weekends…
I wear sweatpants.
via Daily Prompt: Stylish
My Uncle is hilarious, having a sense of humor almost as funny as his beloved ginger hair.