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"Hey no fair!" Nick exclaimed with a laugh as Jim grabbed a handful of candy from his bag. "That's my candy." "Yeah, yeah," Jim said as he stuffed two miniature candy bars in his mouth. "I have to check it for you." "You're silly, dad," Nick said with a smile. "You're not supposed to check it that way." With that, Nick dumped his bag of candy out on the floor of the family room. It was a Sunday night, but Jim kept Nick and James out trick or treating late, going from door to door until
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Nick sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes, waiting for them to focus. He looked around as the room slowly came into view, then he laid back down, putting his head on his pillow and pulling the blankets over his head. The light shining through his window was making it hard to go back to sleep, even with the covers over his head, so he finally gave up and sat up on the edge of his bed and yawned. He looked at his alarm clock and frowned because it wasn't even 8 o'clock yet. He found his slippers
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Nick sat on the floor of his room and rolled his eyes as he listened to his dad and James talking in the hallway. He was already irritated because there was a knot in his shoe that he couldn't get undone, and his attempts at forcing his shoe on his foot were coming up short, but now he could hear his dad trying to sabotage their plan. "Are you sure, James?" he heard his dad say from the hallway. "Why don't you just stay home one more day so that I can be sure." "I’m sure Uncle Jim," James ans
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As Nick nervously approached his dad, he ran back over what he had just said and wondered why he let it slip. Jim was sitting on the couch with a calm look on his face, and the fact that he was so relaxed made Nick worry. He wasn't sure if he was about to be whipped or not. Typically, if Jim was calm and collected as he was about to punish Nick for something, that meant a whipping. If he blew up, Nick was safe. "Son, I want you to come sit next to me," Jim said softly. Nick did as he was told
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"Dang Nick," Taylor exclaimed as he shook his head. "You're crazy for doing that jump." Nick giggled as he slid on his back tire to a stop. "Hell no," he said brazenly, feeling confident about himself after taking such a high jump. "That jump wasn't shit. I'll build a bigger ramp and take it if I can find more wood." Nick knew he wasn't supposed to be cussing. Jim had yelled at him over and over about it, but it was a habit he was picking up from James. At first, it was awkward to him. He
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Nick sat across from James at the table and smiled at him. James was grinning, and Nick knew why, but he didn't dare say anything in front of his dad, Lori or his papu. Lori had cooked breakfast for everyone before church, and as she was setting it on the table, she must have noticed the grins that Nick and James had, because she spoke up. "What are you two up too," she said in a joking way, causing Jim and big Nick to turn their attention toward Nick and James. Nick thought quickly, though,
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Nick blinked and started to open his eyes as he wondered if he had been dreaming or not. When his eyes finally focused, he smiled and realized that he hadn't been dreaming. His head was still on Taylor's chest, and he was wrapped in Taylor's arms. He put his nose to his friend's neck and inhaled slowly, and then he sighed. He used his hand to rub Taylor's warm stomach as he enjoyed the feeling of being in his embrace, then he closed his eyes again and fell back to sleep. He woke up when he felt
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"Fuck you Taylor!," James screamed as he grabbed a handful of Taylor’s hair. "I’m telling on you," Taylor cried as his head jerked back and forth wildly from James' hand, which still had a full grip on his head. "Give me the fucking cards right now!," James hollered, but Taylor refused. "I won them from you fair and square," Taylor said through his tears. Nick had seen enough. He moved from his spot on the couch to the family room floor, where James was trying to strong arm Taylor.
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Nick looked out the window of the bus as it pulled up to his stop and he saw his dad waiting for him. This was the first time Nick rode home without Taylor, and he was bummed out about it in a way. Earlier in the day, Cindy picked Taylor up from school so he could go to the dentist. Nick thought that maybe she would bring him back to school after his appointment, but she never did, so he got on the bus and sat by himself. When he got off the bus, he walked over to his dad, who had a curious look
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Nick sat up out of his sleep and looked around his room, trying to figure out where he was. When he got out of his bed, Taylor sat up and asked him what was wrong. "I had a nightmare," Nick said, trying not to cry, but failing miserably. "What was it about," Taylor asked, crawling out of the bed while Nick looked for the light switch. When he couldn't find it, he started to cry. "I can't turn on the light," he cried, embarrassed for being such a big baby in front of Taylor. "It's ok,
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Nick could see his dad waiting for him on Friday afternoon as the bus came to a stop. He wondered why Jim was home so early, but he was also glad to see him. As he got off the bus behind Taylor, Jim walked up to him, smiling. "How come you're off work early, dad," Nick asked. "I didn't want you to go to the wrong house, buddy," Jim said. "We're all moved in." "Really," Nick asked excitedly. "Really," Jim answered with a smile. "Can Taylor spend the night tonight," Nick asked hopef
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"What the fuck are you doing?" Jim shouted as he stormed up to Nick. "Answer me, boy." Nick stood in silence and Taylor hid behind him. Nick knew that they had been caught, and that he had plenty of explaining to do. "What did I ask you to do?" Jim said in a quieter but still irritated voice. "Get in the car and wait," Nick answered. "Now tell me what you and Taylor were just doing," Jim demanded. "Well, sir," Nick started. "I just thought that maybe..." "I didn't ask you what
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"Good night, son," Jim said as he closed the door to Nick's room. Nick layed alone in his bed and thought about the time he spent alone with Taylor. When Nick showed Taylor his room, he got to spend about an hour alone with him. During that time, he was completely wrapped up in looking into Taylors beautiful brown eyes, and he felt like he could get lost in them for hours. As he thought about it, a familiar feeling came over him. It was one he had before, but it had never felt this intense. N
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As they drove out of Modesto, Nick looked out the window of the giant truck that was fully loaded that Jim rented to move all of their things across the country to Virginia. He was overcome with sadness, but it was as if he could sense a feeling a relief that his father had, and it made him relax. Nick looked in the mirror that was on his side, and he could see their car, which they were towing, was still where it was the last time he checked. "Are you alright buddy," Jim asked as they were g
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"Nick? Dad?" the voice said after the answering machine began recording. "Somebody pick the phone up." Nick searched the house franticly for the phone. His dad was the last person to use it, and neither Nick nor his papu could find it. Nick flipped all of the pillows off of the couch and finally he saw the phone. "Daddy?" he said hopefully as he pushed the talk button. "Hey buddy," Jim answered. "Were you guys still sleeping?" "No, we couldn't find the phone," Nick said, feeling reli
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"Gimme your pole, buddy," Jim said as he walked along the shore with Nick right behind him. "I'll cast it for you." Nick sighed and started to hand Jim his brand new pole, then he decided that it couldn't hurt to ask. "Dad," he started. "Is it ok if I do it? I wanted to be the first one to cast it." Jim looked down and smiled. "Go ahead, buddy." Nick walked out toward the edge of the bank and looked out onto the water. The sun was just starting to rise, and there was still a large dark
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"Hello?" Nick said as he answered the phone. "Hello," said the woman on the other end of the phone. "Is this Nick?" "Miss Lori!" Nick said excitedly as soon as he recognized the voice on the other end. "It's me, Nick. How are you, ma'am?" "I'm doing good," she answered. "How are you?" "I'm good," Nick said as he searched the house for his dad with the portable phone to his ear. "Do you want to talk to my dad?" "Yes, please," Lori said. "I hope I didn't call to early. It's noon her
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Nick looked sadly down at his food as he moved his fork around on his plate. He knew that this would be the last day that he would be in Virginia with his grandparents and that tomorrow he and his father would be flying home. He tried not to be emotional about leaving, but it was too much for him to deal with. "Hey, cheer up kiddo," Tom said as he watched from across the table. "You and dad are coming back in February when Grandma has the baby. It won't be long." Nick looked up at Tom and
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Nick looked out of the second story window from the bedroom he and his father were sharing and he could see the trees outside bending from the force of the wind. The sky was covered with churning clouds and the rain was falling hard outside. "Dad, wake up," he called to Jim, who was still sleeping. Jim stirred in his sleep and rolled over to see his son standing at the window. "What's the matter, Nick," he said almost in an irritated voice. Nick knew that his dad wanted to sleep in after a
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Nick was up early the next day, and as he inched out of bed and toward the bedroom door he thought he could smell pancakes. The smell brought him downstairs and to the kitchen, where he found Linda cooking. She smiled when he rounded the corner and he walked over to her for a good morning hug and kiss. "Good morning sweetheart," said Linda hugging him tightly. "Morning Grandma," Nick replied sleepily. Linda looked down at him and asked, "Did you sleep ok? You're up awful early." Nick ya
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In July, the air in Virginia is thick and humid. Almost unbearable to someone who has never been in a humid climate. Coming from California, Nick had experienced most types of climates. As a baby and even up until now, he experienced the cold of the Sierra Nevada region of California. His grandfather lived in that part of the state and he visited regularly. Living in the central valley, Nick had felt the blistering, dry heat that his body seemed to soak up and hold onto for hours on end every da
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Nick always knew he was different. He was born when his parents were teenagers, and his mother died when he was six months old. This left his father to raise him all alone. After vacationing in Virginia, Nick's dad decides to move them across the country. Adapting to his new life is hard, but just when he's ready to give up, he meets a new friend, Taylor. While all of this is happening, Nick learns that it's okay to be different.
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Forgiveness is a pretty diverse word, if you ask me. It has so many facets to it, and unless you have to really beg for it, pray for it, or learn to give it away, you have no idea what a huge thing forgiveness really is. Over the years, I’ve had to do all three, and it hasn’t been easy. Still, I had to do it, and now that I have, I know that it’s not such a bad thing to ask for. It’s an even better thing to give. In the dictionary, that sits on my bookshelf, the word forgive is defined as to
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“Grandpa, how come you aren’t outside swimming with us?” Theresa asked inquisitively as she propped herself up on the side of the pool and came out of the water. Before I could answer, she was scrambling to the diving board, where she and her cousins were taking turns doing cannon balls and taking dives into the deep end. I sighed deeply, looking down at my tan legs and realized that it had been weeks since I’d jumped in the pool. Which was completely uncharacteristic for me when the temperature
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There was a time in my life when I knew I couldn’t take any more heartache. I honestly reached that point sometime after Raymond Jr. passed away, but I had no idea yet what the future held in store for my family and I. I can remember lonely drives to work at four thirty in the morning, where I’d reflect on everything and swear to myself that I was at my breaking point. Things had to get better, I reasoned, because I had been to the depths of despair. Somehow, in my mind, I tied my affair with
