Charlie looked searchingly into her eyes. "Kat, Kat, I've been so lonely..."
Katarina put a finger to his lips. "Shhh..." She moved her hand up, brushing her fingers across his tear-stained cheek and then ran them through his hair. "You don't have to say anything more." Boldened, Charlie pulled her close, pressing firmly against her, and their lips met, tentatively at first and then with thêm eagerness.
"Mmmm..." she murmured, and pulled the covers back over her head. But there was no escaping it; time rolled on whether she was awake hoặc not, and dreams of her boyfriend before the war weren't going to help her get ready for the morning sessions. Katarina threw back the sheets, grabbed her toiletries case and a towel, and ran out the door, hopping down the hall to make sure the slippers were securely on her feet. Not for the first time, Katarina cursed whoever it was who'd designed Sawyer Hall: six showers per floor was not enough when almost all the students were girls with morning classes.
Katarina met her friend Jenny on the way to British Literature. As usual, Jenny looked impeccable, her suit spotless, her dark hair curled perfectly, her stockings perfectly aligned. Katarina had stopped drawing the seams on her legs months ago, and it had been even longer since she'd had a pair of real stockings. Jenny had money and Những người bạn who could still supply such things, despite the rationing. Jenny tsked. "You look a mess, dear. Was it a late night?" Katarina rolled her eyes and walked on; she knew her friend wasn't talking about studying, though she'd never admit it if Katarina called her on it. Everything was always innuendo with Jenny. Jenny hurried to catch up, her heels clacking on the paved walkway. "Did bạn see this morning's paper, at least?" Katarina turned. Jenny knew she was a sucker for any news from Italy, since Katarina's boyfriend was in the fighting there. Jenny wouldn't tease her about that, at least. But they were almost late as it was; Katarina took the paper and folded it in with her sách as they stepped into the front doors of Palmer Hall. Racing, Katarina bumped into Tommy and almost knocked him down. Tommy leaned against the doorframe, having dropped his tools. Katarina looked at him with pity, but Jenny pulled her along down the hall and through the doors to their classroom. They got seated in the back of the auditorium just as Professor Hinkston began the day's talk about Shelley's poetry.
The newspaper had all the usual news: the war was proceeding well, the fascists were being pushed back on all fronts, and the war would be over bởi Christmas. She'd been đọc stories like that for years, now. But it was still some consolation that there was no mention of war dead today. She and Charlie had dated in high school and Katarina fully expected him to propose, but the attack on Pearl Harbor had interrupted. She knew that she wouldn't necessarily be notified if Charlie was injured, Mất tích hoặc worse, except bởi đọc about it in the paper. His family hadn't really approved of her, after all.
After class, she returned the paper gratefully to Jenny and continued to her tiếp theo two classes. On her way back from her âm nhạc class, Harry had managed to corner her bởi the piano. Harry was tall, good-looking, and persistent. Unlike veterans like Tommy, Harry was a fellow student whose parents had arranged for him to stay in officer training while everyone else went off to war. He'd finished his tour without ever seeing any combat, and was altogether too interested in Katarina for her liking. She did have to admit that he did have amazing skill with the piano, though, his large hands spreading across the keys and stroking the most wonderful âm nhạc from them. She'd watched him at times when he thought he was alone, and she felt his playing revealed a softer, tender side to his character that she hadn't yet seen. In person, his hands were rather thêm fresh than she was quite sure she liked. Jenny thought it was hilarious, but Jenny wasn't in the âm nhạc class with him, and she wasn't the one trying to be faithful to her boyfriend across the world in Anzio. Charlie was always such a gentleman, but Harry was just a man; she could see it in his dark eyes, and even in the way he called her "Kat". He'd come very close to her bởi the piano, so close that she could feel his breath on her cheek. Katarina had ended up running out of the classroom.
After dropping off her sách at Sawyer Hall, Katarina rushed to the nơi bán xe, tự động, automat and got a sandwich, bánh sandwich before catching the cross-town bus. She ate it on the ride to the factory, and at each stop thêm and thêm women got on, their hair tied back, their eyes tired from the long labor. These were just the third shifters like her, who came on at 1:00 and worked up to eight hours assembling tank parts on the line. Katarina herself only worked a six-hour shift, so she was able to get a late bite to eat at the commissary before heading back across town to her studies and her bed. She often imagined what her life would have been like if the war hadn't happened, if she'd got married to Charlie as she'd expected. Would she still be in school? She didn't know, but she almost certainly wouldn't have got a job like this.
Seven P.M. rolled around, and Katarina walked away from the restroom, looking at the grime on her hands that she hadn't managed to wash away. She was considering catching the bus now and getting a snack back on campus when a large black Chrysler pulled up tiếp theo to her. She thought it must be Jenny's family - nobody else had that much cash - but the window cranked down and a terribly handsome young man looked out at her. "Excuse me, but do bạn know the way back to town? I seem to be a little lost..."
Katarina put a finger to his lips. "Shhh..." She moved her hand up, brushing her fingers across his tear-stained cheek and then ran them through his hair. "You don't have to say anything more." Boldened, Charlie pulled her close, pressing firmly against her, and their lips met, tentatively at first and then with thêm eagerness.
"Mmmm..." she murmured, and pulled the covers back over her head. But there was no escaping it; time rolled on whether she was awake hoặc not, and dreams of her boyfriend before the war weren't going to help her get ready for the morning sessions. Katarina threw back the sheets, grabbed her toiletries case and a towel, and ran out the door, hopping down the hall to make sure the slippers were securely on her feet. Not for the first time, Katarina cursed whoever it was who'd designed Sawyer Hall: six showers per floor was not enough when almost all the students were girls with morning classes.
Katarina met her friend Jenny on the way to British Literature. As usual, Jenny looked impeccable, her suit spotless, her dark hair curled perfectly, her stockings perfectly aligned. Katarina had stopped drawing the seams on her legs months ago, and it had been even longer since she'd had a pair of real stockings. Jenny had money and Những người bạn who could still supply such things, despite the rationing. Jenny tsked. "You look a mess, dear. Was it a late night?" Katarina rolled her eyes and walked on; she knew her friend wasn't talking about studying, though she'd never admit it if Katarina called her on it. Everything was always innuendo with Jenny. Jenny hurried to catch up, her heels clacking on the paved walkway. "Did bạn see this morning's paper, at least?" Katarina turned. Jenny knew she was a sucker for any news from Italy, since Katarina's boyfriend was in the fighting there. Jenny wouldn't tease her about that, at least. But they were almost late as it was; Katarina took the paper and folded it in with her sách as they stepped into the front doors of Palmer Hall. Racing, Katarina bumped into Tommy and almost knocked him down. Tommy leaned against the doorframe, having dropped his tools. Katarina looked at him with pity, but Jenny pulled her along down the hall and through the doors to their classroom. They got seated in the back of the auditorium just as Professor Hinkston began the day's talk about Shelley's poetry.
The newspaper had all the usual news: the war was proceeding well, the fascists were being pushed back on all fronts, and the war would be over bởi Christmas. She'd been đọc stories like that for years, now. But it was still some consolation that there was no mention of war dead today. She and Charlie had dated in high school and Katarina fully expected him to propose, but the attack on Pearl Harbor had interrupted. She knew that she wouldn't necessarily be notified if Charlie was injured, Mất tích hoặc worse, except bởi đọc about it in the paper. His family hadn't really approved of her, after all.
After class, she returned the paper gratefully to Jenny and continued to her tiếp theo two classes. On her way back from her âm nhạc class, Harry had managed to corner her bởi the piano. Harry was tall, good-looking, and persistent. Unlike veterans like Tommy, Harry was a fellow student whose parents had arranged for him to stay in officer training while everyone else went off to war. He'd finished his tour without ever seeing any combat, and was altogether too interested in Katarina for her liking. She did have to admit that he did have amazing skill with the piano, though, his large hands spreading across the keys and stroking the most wonderful âm nhạc from them. She'd watched him at times when he thought he was alone, and she felt his playing revealed a softer, tender side to his character that she hadn't yet seen. In person, his hands were rather thêm fresh than she was quite sure she liked. Jenny thought it was hilarious, but Jenny wasn't in the âm nhạc class with him, and she wasn't the one trying to be faithful to her boyfriend across the world in Anzio. Charlie was always such a gentleman, but Harry was just a man; she could see it in his dark eyes, and even in the way he called her "Kat". He'd come very close to her bởi the piano, so close that she could feel his breath on her cheek. Katarina had ended up running out of the classroom.
After dropping off her sách at Sawyer Hall, Katarina rushed to the nơi bán xe, tự động, automat and got a sandwich, bánh sandwich before catching the cross-town bus. She ate it on the ride to the factory, and at each stop thêm and thêm women got on, their hair tied back, their eyes tired from the long labor. These were just the third shifters like her, who came on at 1:00 and worked up to eight hours assembling tank parts on the line. Katarina herself only worked a six-hour shift, so she was able to get a late bite to eat at the commissary before heading back across town to her studies and her bed. She often imagined what her life would have been like if the war hadn't happened, if she'd got married to Charlie as she'd expected. Would she still be in school? She didn't know, but she almost certainly wouldn't have got a job like this.
Seven P.M. rolled around, and Katarina walked away from the restroom, looking at the grime on her hands that she hadn't managed to wash away. She was considering catching the bus now and getting a snack back on campus when a large black Chrysler pulled up tiếp theo to her. She thought it must be Jenny's family - nobody else had that much cash - but the window cranked down and a terribly handsome young man looked out at her. "Excuse me, but do bạn know the way back to town? I seem to be a little lost..."
i was a normal 18 năm old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( thêm like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i đã đưa ý kiến " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he đã đưa ý kiến " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he đã đưa ý kiến " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new
inch bởi inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
bướm of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to tình yêu it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the ngày I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for bạn love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place bạn could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with thêm ngọn lửa, chữa cháy then bạn could ever imagine.
thêm passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the ngày I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real bóng rổ coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for bạn love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place bạn could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with thêm ngọn lửa, chữa cháy then bạn could ever imagine.
thêm passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the ngày I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real bóng rổ coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.