Fluffynessforlife

I snuggled deeper into my sheets. It was the Friday after Thanksgiving and winter was on the rise outside. I had gone with some friend to the mall for black Friday shopping last night or early this morning, and when I got home I passed out until lunch. After eating lunch out with some extended family I had decided to just spend the day reading one of the new books I had gotten. I had two blankets over my legs, a fuzzy body pillow running down the side of my bed, and plenty of other pillows surrounding me. I was in a cocoon of warmth and softness, but I felt like something was missing. A grin crossed my face. I wiggled out of my cocoon and he

"Are you new?" I asked walking towards a boy who was taller than me, which isn't saying much. I smiled warmly. "I don't think I've seen you around before. But this church is pretty big, so I'm sure I haven't meet everybody." I was starting to ramble. I really hoped this guy would stop me from talking myself into embarrassment. "I'm here spending spring break with my cousins," he smiled at me. "Who are your cousins?" I raised my eyebrows, leaned into the wall, crossed my ankles, and tilted my head. "Adena and Caspian," he smiled and mirrored my position. A black curl fell into his eyes, and I itched to brush it back from his face. "Are you

Sunlight streamed in through my window. I groaned and twisted in my bed, throwing an arm over my eyes. I felt awful. I couldn't breathe through my nose, my throat felt dry and scratchy, my lips were chapped, and I felt tired, even though I had slept for almost 12 hours straight. I was also freezing. I heard my door open. I groaned inside while trying to appear asleep to an observer. It was a Saturday, couldn't I just sleep? “I know you’re awake, Nay.” Griffin’s voice was full of laughter, as he took in me trying to pretend to be asleep. I turned around in my bed to look at him. I tried to glare at him, but I didn't

He betrayed us. The branches slapped my face as I sprinted toward the meeting point. We had trusted him. My lungs began to burn from the exertion. How could I be so stupid?  I could no longer hear the pounding of feet that meant pursuit behind me. The small clearing around a shallow pond soon came into view, but the clearing was empty. No, no, no, no, I chanted to myself as I slowed to a walk, staying at the fringe of trees around the clearing. They can't be caught, I protested. There was a rustling in the trees, my body snapped into a crouch. My hand inched to the knife strapped to my thigh. His knife. My hand froze. Then I saw a form run ou

"Move" someone shouted and I felt an object slammed into my side, pushing me to the ground. BOOM! The walls of the tunnel vibrated with the force of impact from outside. I saw the ceiling raining to the floor where I had just been previously. "Thanks," I muttered breathlessly, for air had not yet found its way into my lungs. The object that had knocked me over shook with silent laughter. A masculine, slightly familiar, voice came from the object on top of me. "No problem." The man rolled off me and then helped me to my feet. His hands were rough, most likely from handling a sword all day, but my hands fit perfectly in his. When I got on to

I sat in my room listening to the sounds of my parents' Christmas party waft in through my partially open door. I had my computer in front of me, the TV turned on to a cute Christmas movie. I was rapidly typing my essay for English. Then I heard the doorbell ring. I shut my laptop and jogged down the steps. My parents and their friends were already starting out the door to listen to the carolers from church. I had been waiting since I saw the sign-up sheet on the bulletin board. I hadn't signed up because, well I couldn't sing, but I did enjoy seeing all my friends, who could sing, enjoying themselves. Plus, the caroler actually weren't terri

"What are you doing?" "Trying to come up with a good idea for my research project." "And you're doing that be standing on your head?" "Yep, it's suppose to get the blood flowing to your head better, which causes you to think better." "Ooookay, so have you gotten any ideas?" "Not yet. You know you're really full of questions today." "Is that a bad thing?" "Another question!" "Are you going to answer it?" "It isn't necessarily a bad thing, it just kinda gets annoying." "Do you want to grab a bit to eat?" "As long as it's Bo-J's, then I'm all for it." "Are you getting fries?" "Duh!" "My car or yours?" "Mine." ~~~~~~~~ "So how is