Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5. It was well after dark when we pulled into my driveway. “Mike, do you want me to drive you home?” “No, Ryan. I need to walk and clear my head,” he said, staring out the window, failure and sorrow etched into his face. He got out of ...

Try new things, they said. It will help you get back into the swing of life, they claimed. Make sure to get lots of sunshine. It will help with your moods, they proclaimed. Somehow, I suspect, they didn’t expect me to buy a new schooner. But to be fair, the schooner is the answer to ...

Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4. I rushed to Ms. Freeroast’s class. God, I hated being late for that. I just hated that class in general. Advanced Literature and Writing wouldn’t be so bad if Ms. Freeroast didn’t turn every class into a group therapy session. After every poem we read, ...

Read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 There I was, standing in my room, where a week ago my life had been perfect. Now everything was in shambles. The walls were plastered with posters and magazine cutouts of the cast of Beverly Hills, 90210 and Party of Five, as well as countless images of ...

Read Part 1 | Part 2. Hurt, broken, confused, I pulled into the nearest gas station with an ATM. If I ignored Brittney and Mike, I knew they would feel the pain of their actions. But my father, however, was a gruffer breed. He didn’t feel emotion or understand the concept of regret and sorrow. ...