Trust the little voice
Jo TreggiariAidan was nowhere to be seen. She pictured him glowering in the shadows somewhere, breaking sticks or punching walls, or something equally useless.
Jo Treggiariwhere to next?" Aidan asked.
"Down," Lucy replied. He immediately sat.She giggled,ignoring Del's over-the-top eye-rolling.
Tag: ashes-ashes
I try to walk around without being noticed but I can’t help attracting attention with my pink Mohawk, black clothing and steel toes, and often I’m with Holly and we’re both tall and arrogant.
Jo TreggiariTag: memoir creative-non-fiction fierce-ink-press
When I first met Billy I thought about sucking his eyes right out of their sockets. They’re like turquoise gum drops.
Jo TreggiariTag: memoir creative-non-fiction fierce-ink-press
There aren't many white people around here, just us kids. Seventeen, eighteen years old and flushed with freedom, we don't care about fitting or blending in. We all speak loudly without saying a word. we are a tribe with our dyed hair and rags and big boots and we believe ourselves impervious to everything. The local folks must think we're crazy or lazy or both.
Jo TreggiariI struggle with wanting to observe from a distance and get in people's faces. It's an uneasy contradiction.
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