After passing by this house for a few weeks and the same behavior repeating she decided it was best to change the side of the street she was walking o... to avoid the agitated dog. Through her years walking home, it was the same thing every day. The dog would get excited, it could still hear her, possibly smell her, every time she walked by. She passed the house like any other day and went home. Not knowing the next day fate would intervene for her and the dog for which she had feared for 6. Elizabeth bolts towards me and throws her arms around my neck and kisses me long and hard. Sucking my tongue into her mouth and moaning as she presses hard against my body. As if she wants to be absorbed into my body. She holds on to me a few minutes and then pulls away. “Hello Chrissy, you sure you are up to this?” I ask her. She hugs me and kisses my cheek. Then replies, “Yes I am, and just so you know, I had to promise Elizabeth I would hate every minute of it. So don’t take it. When I let go, the forces impressed on it was the air being released from the balloon, propelling it forward.”As class ends, I stay after to talk with Nerd girl. “So Chelsey, I suppose we should exchange numbers if we’re going to be partners for the rest of the year.”“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”She whips out an old smartphone and I put my number in there. She shoots me a text. “I gotta admit, class was actually pretty fun.”“I know, right!” she says all wide-eyed. “I heard Mrs. Nystrom. He had learned the old ways of many native cultures during his 'vision quest' days, when he was trying to come to grips with his one quarter native heritage, which gave his features that slight Asiatic cast, and colored his hair so black. He knew many of the ways casually, such as what flint looks like, and how to find north by the stars, and some a bit better, like how to carve a totem pole, how to work leather or how to fletch arrows. He grinned wryly to himself, and added to his heritage his.