Amelia: Garden Story
Sitting at the table under the tree canopy, a book in one hand, the other mindlessly rubbing your temple, you lose track of time.
Ethan: Number
Who are you, vital statistic made of personal identification numbers, evaluations and degrees, and defined by its body mass index, driving record, and employment history?
Oliver: Spectator
I walked outside myself, barefoot on the pavement of my existence, to feel its cold, smooth shell under the even colder surface of my soles.
Chloe: Anxious and Mortified
At the age of nineteen Rachel almost failed her college admission.
Jessica: Mrs. Thornby Gathered Dust
Other people gathered porcelain figurines, or commemorative plates, or coins, or rare stamps, or thimbles. Mrs. Thornby gathered dust.