Short Stories
Correspondence
Lance couldn’t believe he was actually setting in a college
classroom. When the guys had decided to take a year break, the idea of actually going to
college instead of doing it by correspondence sounded cool. But now, as he looked around
the room, all he saw were glares from the other students wondering why he had invaded
their school. He had almost talked himself into walking out and going back to doing
college the way he had been when he remembered there was nothing for him to go back to. He
had hired people to help out with both of his companies and since he and Laura had broken
up a few months ago, going back to Mississippi seamed futile. Lance looked up in time to see a smiling girl looking at him asking if he
was saving the seat in front of him. Lance shook his head and she sat down. He could
barely hear the music coming from her headphones. It sounded like the new Foo Fighters CD. The professor walked in and immediately went to lecturing on the
importance of understand the history of economic. At the end of the class, everyone raced
out of the classroom to go drop the class. The girl sitting in front of Lance turned
around and asked if he was going to do the same. He said no. She smiled and said that that
was the professor’s scare tactic to get only the people who really want to learn in
the class. She had had him for a different class last semester and knew how he worked, but
pointed to the study guide listed on the syllabus and told him that it was the most
important book to have. Lance thanked her then asked her why she was being so friendly to him. She
just shrugged her shoulders and said that she’d love for him to be in her study
group. He said he could use all the help he could get. She patted him on the arm and told
him that she was sure that him actually going to college couldn’t be as hard on him
as touring. She then put her headphones back on and walked out of the room before it hit
Lance that she knew who he was. He began to call after her, but realized it was too late. Lance just shook his head and decided he was going to really talk to this
girl the next time the class met. He might even find out her name.
Thermometer Joey was getting the last things off the list that Kelly had given him. As he grabbed for another jar of baby food, he thought, “How can Bri eat this stuff? Aren't peas supposed to be green?” He then heard soft crying coming from the other aisle. He put the last few jars in his cart, then walked over to where he heard the crying. He saw a young woman reaching to the top shelf
for a baby thermometer, cursing in between sobs. “Can I help you?” Joey asked in his sweetest voice. “Please! I can’t reach it. The one in the white box.” Joey grabbed the box and handed it to the woman. “Here you go.
So, how far along are you?” She took the box then wiped her eyes. “Thank you. Eight months. My
name is Leah.” “I’m Joey. What are you doing shopping? You should be off your
feet. When my girl was eight months, she was bed ridden.” Leah threw her hands up in the air. “I would rather be home. My feet are killing me. My husband and I just moved here and I wanted to pick up some baby items we didn’t get at the showers. He’s at work and I just wanted to be helpful. I was so useless in the move. I thought if I could just do the grocery shopping for myself, that that would take a little off his list of stuff to
do. I guess I took on too much.” Joey nodded. Leah sighed. “I guess I better finish this up before he
gets home. Thanks for helping me,” she let out a little laugh, “and listening to
Joey smiled, then looked down at his list. “You know, I still need to
get a few things. You want to finish shopping with me? I can make sure there are no more top shelf problems.” Leah nodded her head. As the two walked, Joey pulled out his wallet and
asked, “Do you want to see a picture of my daughter, Brianna?”
by Jessica
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A Lance Story
A Joey Story
be whine.”
Who Are You?
A Chris Story
“Ms. Phillips. This is for you.” Taylor said as she handed her first grade teacher a note written by her mother.
It read, “Taylor’s brother is in town and will be picking her up from school today. He should be there by 4pm. Can she please stay in your room until he gets there? Thank you!” It was signed Bev Kirkpatrick.
As Ms. Philips looked up from the note, Taylor asked, “So, is it okay?”
“Of course sweetie.”
The bell rang at 3:30pm for school to be out. Ms. Philips started to straighten up her classroom as the children left. Taylor continued coloring the last assignment given to the class. After ten minutes, the room looked presentable and Ms. Philips noticed that Taylor had put away her crayons and looked bored.
“Do you want to play a board game with me until your brother gets here?”
Taylor’s eyes lit up. “Yes! Can we play CandyLand?”
“Sure. Let me get it out.” Ms. Philips said as she reached into the game closet.
The pair played until a voice came from the door. “That used to be my favorite game when I was your age.” Taylor and Ms. Philips looked up to see Taylor’s brother, Chris, standing in the doorway.
“Bubby!” Taylor squealed as she ran to hug her brother. “You were my age once?”
Chris laughed. “I know it’s hard to believe. Tay, you better help your teacher clean up the game.”
“I’ll put it up all by myself.” Taylor said in her most grown up voice.
Ms. Philips walked over to Chris who had extending his hand to her. “Hi! I’m Heather Philips. You’re Chris.”
Chris smiled cockily. “Yeah. Heard of me?”
Heather pointed to Taylor. “From her. Are you in for a visit?”
Chris seemed dumbfounded at the fact that someone actually didn’t know who he was. “More like a long vacation. I’m trying to spend some time with my family before I have to head back.”
“Well, I’m sure Taylor is excited to have you home.
"What do you do?”
Chris was still amazed that Heather had no clue, but in a way it attracted him. “Well, um, I run a clothing company. I hate to be forward, but I was wondering if you would like to go with Taylor and me to get some ice cream before we head home.”
Taylor hugged Chris’ leg. “Ice cream! You’re so cool. Come on Ms. Philips. Come with us.”
Heather laughed. “Well, I guess I can’t say no, can I. Let me grab my purse.”
The three walked out to the parking lot. Chris put his hand on Heather’s as she went to open her door. “See you there.”
Heather smiled and got into her car. She watched Chris put Taylor in his
PT Cruiser and buckle her in. Once the driver’s door was shut and Heather was
following Chris’ car, she pushed in her NSYNC CD and thought to herself, “I
can't believe I’m about to eat ice cream with Chris Kirkpatrick, my favorite member.
No one will ever believe me. This is too cool.” She smiled to herself and sang with
Chris’ solo on the CD.
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