The roar of the train coming to a halt filled my ears as I walked down the steps for the first time at sixteen.  My body tensed at the new loud sound ahead of me, not used to such volumes. I swiped my $1.50 Metro card and walked through the turnstile gate. My senses heightened ...

“I may have the same pairs, but I know the difference between each one,” she had said with a bright smile. There were black ripped jeans skittering the light gray carpet. Only she would know if they were clean or dirty. I stood in the doorway to Dani’s room with a box pre-taped. I looked ...