My Mom’s Underwear
Life at 14 is not exactly the easiest time in a young person’s life. Especially if there is nothing special about you whatsoever. My name is Alex, and I am pretty much one of the most average teenagers you would ever meet. I’m 5’4″, weigh 125 lbs, and have red hair, and blue eyes. I’m not ugly but I’m far from good-looking. Pretty skinny as well. I make mostly B’s in all my classes, don’t play sports, and I’m in one club. So, I’m pretty much an average typical student. My parents are divorced. My
Cleo (part 3)
I didn’t see Cleo again for several days. I wished she’d come over, or at least I’d see her, but there was never any sign. In fact, the house next door looked deserted. I thought a lot about Cleo, about what we’d done, about what she looked like. And used my hand a lot too. A couple of times, I started to go up on the porch and ring the doorbell, but chickened out. The week wound down and Saturday arrived again. Mom sent me out on an errand, when