Chapter 14: Enough is Enough Mary breathed deeply. I deserve this. I can convince them. I must convince them. She licked her lips, then continued “…I deserve this more than Esther. I am passionate about the club and I…I would and will do anything…”
Chapter 13: The Confrontation Esther Paced the length of her Cubicle giddy with relief but also agitated from Mary’s reaction. Just then, the curtain flew open and Mary stormed in, huffing and puffing. Her face was as red as a tomato. Her fists were clenched.
Chapter 12: The Decision “Guys…ple…pleaase…” Becky had both her arms raised, “Mary…. Esther … calm down!” They were standing before the panel of seniors. Mary ignored her with a wave of the hand, “It is clearly Esther’s fault! I insisted that we exclude
As we walked in, the café felt unusually comforting. I usually don’t enjoy coffee joints. Too many people, tables too close to each other, everybody talking at the same time and a Smell of different
Chapter 11: Team Work Today is the final audition, thought Mary as she sat in silence on the cold stairs outside the dining hall alongside other highly energetic and apprehensive girls. “We can…do this! I can do this!”, squeaked a girl who proceeded to lower her petite body into the
“You’re pretty strong, Boy”, said the woman in a low raspy voice. Haze struggled to breath. His whole body ached. Her stale breath and her iron grip on his neck as she pressed him against the jutting boulder that stood seven feet tall
Chapter 10: Second Chance The farm manager sighed. Managing boy-starved, hormone-driven, teenage girls was such a headache. “I wish I could divert all their energy into the JV club…” he thought.
Chapter 9: Disappointment Mary’s heart thundered. Her mouth had long run dry as she walked stiffly toward the notice board. “The results out! So soon…” she bit her right thumb and winced. Her legs felt heavy and she felt unsteady in her stride.
Chapter 8: Hope “Morning,” said Esther, taking a sit where he pointed. The farm manager’s office was a mess. The shelves were overflowing with files and rope and all manner of farm implements.
“Let her g..go…p…please”, Charise stammered in a whisper. Her throat was dry from all the screaming that had become routine for Bree and her. The chains that held her up by her wrists