fluffShe had liked him, a long time ago. When they were in elementary school, she'd stand next to himunder the guise, of course, of being his best friendwhen they had to do an activity that involved holding hands so he could smile at her and squeeze her hand in his excitement at whatever they were doing.fluff2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Then he moved away. They kept in contact, as some best friends do, but she hadn't seen him for years. She was happy to know that he had moved back into the area and, through an interesting twist of events, she would be transferring to his high school.
She had heard his voice over the phone, seen pictures of him, and her parents had said that he had grown into a handsome boy, but she shrugged it off. Parents say that all the time, and she had other things to worry about.
Like being a girl attending an all-boys school, for one. But that's a story for another time.
She still felt her heart skip a beat when she heard a familiar voice whisper "Sarah Liu?" and looked behind her and sa
StoryIt saw me before I saw it.Story2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I laughed it off when my roommate, who had gone to do laundry and had come back not 5 minutes later ashen-faced, told me that he had seen something in the hallway.
"Saw what? Saw a person? I didn't know you were so socially awkward that seeing another person would make you so scared."
"No, no. I saw something before the elevator door closed. I couldn't tell what it was, but it was just this monster thing "
I just couldn't take him seriously. He was struggling for words; I told him he was seeing things.
But he didn't want to go get his laundry, so after mocking his manhood for a couple more minutes I said I'd go with him. But he still refused, and I, wanting to do my laundry eventually, told him I'd go for him.
I went down the hall and called the elevator. I stared down into the elevator shaft in annoyance, trying to figure out if it was close to coming or not. I impatiently tapped my foot and restlessly looked around the rest of the hallway, eventua
BlindI hate my job.Blind2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I do, I really do. All I do is run errands for this man, a family friend. I owe him, though. My family does, because they all pretended I was his son so that I could come to America. How am I supposed to be happy when my parents are still in China? When I had to leave the woman I love?
"I hate America," I mumbled. Sometimes the old man would make me escort girls from the high-class brothel down the street; the madam didn't want them going alone and the two had known each other even back in Guangzhou. How was I supposed to say no?
As if a nineteen-year old Chinese boy could do anything if some people got it into their minds to attack either of us. But it brought them comfort, and the women weren't in the best situations, so I just kept quiet. Sometimes they would chat with me; I got to know some of the women well and they were sweet. All I could offer them was an escort to the place they were going and a "xièxie" at the end. Occasionally we'd take them to the big imm