November 30, 2019 Sparks Fly Coming up the front steps after my parents, Sam and Luke were both tugging away at a black Guns N Roses t-shirt. Both of their eyes shone gold, brighter than the lights above them. They both turned to us, dropping the t-shirt to the ground. Mom glared at them and crossed their arms.
November 9, 2019 Summer Shenanigans Riiiiiing. Riiiiiiing. Riiiiii– “Hullo?” I moaned as I sat up, pressing my phone to my ear before I even opened my eyes. Without having to check, I knew who it was. Glancing at the time, I groaned again. It was only seven in the morning. Why, Cecile?
July 6, 2019 Shiver Me Timbers The river pulsed with more strength than I think any of us expected. The closer we came to the dark rushing water, the more deafening it became. My ears twitched as the five of us stood at the river bank, all glancing to each other. All eyes remained on Sam, the oldest of us and the most trustworthy, ironically. Leave it to my brother, the werewolf who had been here all but one time to be left to make these kind of dangerous decisions.
March 17, 2019 What I Packed To Move Home Ah, packing. It’s always so much more fun in your imagination to pack than it is to actually do so. If you’re like me, you have a hard time packing just once. I’m pretty sure before I left for America, I packed at least four times. I spent hours making sure everything fit, contemplating if I really needed two gray t-shirts, weighing the suitcases again, and then I’d finish it off by staring at my luggage hoping osmosis would occur and I’d feel fine with my packing job. And it’s harder to pack things for a trip knowing you aren’t just traveling, you’re moving. You aren’t sure when you’ll be back so everything has to make the trip across the Pacific with you. (We all know shipping is expensive, nobody got money for that.)
