Seniors.
He saw the gap in the retaining wall long before anyone else would have noticed its existence. It was only an 18inch indentation where the water had eroded away the sand from the playground, but it *needed* to be fixed. He looked around, combing the area for tools. There wasn’t much, but he found…
Bre is from Louisiana. Bre came to Vancouver to visit her dream college. Bre and I connected three (four?) months ago when Google pointed her to me. Bre and I became friends when we fell into snowbanks together, froze in the woods, and slipped on icy paths. Basically, senior portraits on Grouse Mountain became a…
Twelve years ago, they were a couple of students. Sharpening pencils, groaning over the inevitable pop quiz, whizzing through the whirlwind of classes and friends, lugging backpacks full of text books and notebooks and study guides. A lot happens in twelve years. Instead of school books, they’re carrying a pair of shoes. A little pair…
I don’t even remember his name. I haven’t asked my parents, but it seems doubtful they would remember either. It was so long ago, so many life changes have transpired between now and then. So much living. So much breathing. So much being. But I will always remember him. I will remember him for the…
She picked her outfit well. It was the most beautiful of dresses and the most perfect of colors. The teal complimented her eyes with exquisite precision and somehow made her already beautiful hair even more delightful. It seemed fitting, really: beautiful sunshine, beautiful dress, beautiful girl. But she was standing in the middle of…
Dear World, Sydney is beautiful. Can’t you tell? The end. Love,Jennifer P.S. She is also a very cooperative model who has equally beautiful friends who will make their Internet debut soon!