
Blind-Sided "But Father-" Gwendolyn persisted. She'd had plans to meet with Michael later on this evening, but her Father had noticed her as she tried to slip silently out of the house. Her large dress hadn't done much to help her be inconspicuous.Blind-Sided by ~FallingForFiction
"No buts, Gwendolyn," her father interrupted. "You are not to go out and see that boy. A young lady should act more reverent. You are to be wed, may I remind you."
She didn't need reminding. It was all she thought about, even as she tried desperately to enjoy her stolen time with Michael. Only a few more months and a ring would be on her finger,

Sleepless RoutineCold groggy morning comes againSleepless Routine by ~FallingForFiction
Alarm clocks blare in the dawn hours
parents shout up and down the halls
demanding progression in the early schedule
Taps splash and spit at the touch
house becomes a tornado of forgotten tasks
clothes piling around left and right
eggs sizzling in their pan
Slippers shuffling around on wood planks
upgrade to socks and soles
monotonous yawns stretch out in wake
stifled by full mouths and slurps of orange juice
drained in rush with clocks ticking past
sheets of finished homework
lost in piles of lined 8 1/2 by 11 paper
crumpled in quick haste
pencils keys breakfasts horns
Carpools wait in heat

201120112011 by ~FallingForFiction
was an exceptional year
where you took buses downtown
to crash parties you weren't invited to
and met random strangers who wanted more
than you were willing to give, your bittersweet pleasure in
being wanted but denying them anyway, and the smell, the smell
of smoke wafting in from the open backyard
door and the smell,
the smell
of alcohol on everyone's underage breath -
O,
those boys who waddled around with their pants
low, and those girls who played with their hair
and typed away on their phones in class talking about how obnoxious
you are for answering all the questions,
them in their
leggings and Canada Goos