I was getting a little tired of the angry lyrics and growling over heavy thudding beats and walked breathlessly from the dance floor to slide onto a silver bar stool, making sure I wasn't anywhere near the awful vampire girl. My friend came and sat on the stool next to me. "Are you having fun?" … Continue reading by, Odette: Perhaps There Is A God
She drove a tiny little black Jetta down Second Ave, taking the traffic circles like they were a spinning ride at Disney World, and I looked down happily at her blue dress that she let me wear. I smoothed the fabric on my legs. "Where are we going?" "Well, there is a new club that my … Continue reading By, Odette: Dancing
The door flew open and I met eyes with the girl who lived here. She gasped and backed up. "No, no, wait, wait!" I shouted at her. She stumbled backwards some more and started to open her porch screen door as I hurried out with explanations tumbling out of my mouth as fast as I … Continue reading by Odette: What could be better?
As I folded the last of her laundry in a neat pile in a hamper next to the couch, I held up a powder blue dress with a zipper up the front. I dangled it in front my chest at looked down at it. Gosh, Kat's style had improved, and she must have lost a … Continue reading Blue Dress
When I got there it was late and Kat wasn't answering her texts or her phone. So I drove to her house and parked illegally on her street then made my way through her screened-in front porch to knock on her front door. There was a note attached to it so I immediately, thinking it … Continue reading Arriving
It should have only taken 2 hours to get to Gainesville, but when I got out on to the open 2-lane road, I discovered the VW Bus didn't like to go over 50mph. I felt a little like the Pied Piper, playing my music while being the accidental leader of a sorrowful trail of cars, … Continue reading Running Down the Road – by: Odette
I drove the van to where Jake and I sat a few months earlier, where we ate our fast food and talked for hours looking at the ocean. There had to be a way to enjoy things now, with all its perfection, if not for myself, then at least for the people I loved. Perhaps … Continue reading Not Running Away – by: Odette