Ronyx

I arrived at school late the next morning so that I could avoid running into Stephanie. My blood was still boiling over her email. I don’t know why she had suddenly become so obsessed with my relationship with Jason. I had known him much longer than she had. Why had she, so suddenly, become his watchdog? If I had wanted to try and have sex with him, I would certainly have done it before now. When I entered third period history class, Stephanie was already at her desk. I tried not to lo

It was storming when I got up in the morning. I thought it had to be an omen to how the rest of the day would go. I begged my father to be late to work so he could drive me to school. I didn’t want to wait in the rain for the bus. To my surprise, he let me drive his Escalade to school. I had driven it plenty of times, but it had always been in good weather. “You know,” he said as I drove cautiously in the downpour, “we have to think about getting you a car.” I looked over at him a

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Mrs. Mason said anxiously. “Come in quickly and take a seat.” When I walked into the room, she smiled warmly at me. I noticed a man sitting on her desk inspecting us carefully as we entered. He was dressed sharply in a gray business suit. His hair was jet black with graying temples. He appeared to be about forty years old. I was immediately struck by his distinguished features. It was apparent he was the defense attorney that Mrs. Mason had mentioned the previous day

What I want you to do now is read over the case and decide what role you’d like to try out for,” Mrs. Mason instructed us. Jason, Stephanie, Cynthia and I pulled our desks together to study. Cynthia was sitting closely beside me, as was Stephanie next to Jason. “I want to be the defense attorney,” Jason said excitedly. “They have the biggest part.” He looked over at me and smiled. “You can be the plaintiff’s attorney,” he said. “That way we can argue against each other.” Here we go aga

Taylor and Jason have been friends since preschool. Now in their junior year of high school, Taylor must confront his feelings for Jason when they become involved in a mock trial competition. Discover what happens when Taylor makes the mistake of his life and jeopardizes their friendship.

“It is your duty, members of the jury, to decide if the White Star Line was negligent in the death of Hans Jensen.” Jason stood before the jury box staring intently into the eyes of the students seated there. He looked professional in his blue, three-piece suit. He paced confidently in front of the jury, arguing his case. “I submit to you that the White Star Lines is not negligent for his death,” he stated. “It was Mr. Jensen’s own negligence.” I watched his eyes flash as he spok

Neil had a notebook opened, and the others at the cafeteria table were huddled around him. Ned leaned over, peered at the numbers Neil had scribbled on the paper and asked, “How much have you managed to raise?” Neil looked at the others and replied cheerfully, “Over four thousand dollars.” Owen let out a whistle. “Wow, Neil,” he said. “That should be more than enough. How did you get so much?” “Mom’s insurance company donated two thousand,” he replied. “Then when the other busines

Lucas crept through the back door to his grandmother’s house. He arrived late, hoping that she had gone to bed. However, the living room light was still on, which meant she was watching television. He tiptoed quietly down the narrow hallway to his room. He could hear the television booming from down the hall. His grandmother was losing her hearing, so she had the volume up. Once inside, he carefully closed the door. He didn’t turn on the light because he was afraid she might see the glow c

Neil tried to walk beside Gerry on the way to the auditorium, but Gerry seemed like he was trying to ignore him. When two other freshmen started talking to him, he headed off in another direction with them. Neil entered the auditorium and looked around. Since Sammy and Alex would be onstage, he had no one to sit with him. Since he had arrived late, most seats were taken. He made his way down the aisle looking for an empty seat. About halfway down, he found a seat in an empty row. He sat dow

“What do you want, Lucas?” Sammy moved instinctively in front of Gerry. She knew Lucas wouldn’t hurt her, but she wasn’t sure what he might do to Gerry. Lucas looked around behind Sammy. He grinned and asked snidely, “What you got there? A new boyfriend? What’s your mom going to say about you dating a nigger?” Sammy stepped nearer to Lucas and shouted angrily, “Why don’t you shut the fuck up, you moron!” “Why don’t you make me, Samantha,” challenged Lucas. He shoved her aside and

Neil was pacing around his room as Sammy sat on his bed and watched. She asked, “What’s so bad about your mom dating Mr. Collins? He’s a nice guy. Everyone at school likes him.” Neil stopped, put his hands on his hips and replied angrily, “Because she’s my mother!” Sammy rolled her eyes and said, “So what? She’s been cooped up in this house babysitting you, Brett and Emily ever since your father left.” She puffed out her chest and added, “I think it’s wonderful she’s dating.” Neil

Brenda stood inside the living room as she waited on Neil to return from his bedroom. It hadn’t seemed like a week since she dropped him off at Brian’s home. She missed him, as did his little brother, Brett. Every night when she tucked him in bed, he would ask when Neil would come home. “Soon,” she would assure him. She had spent the week accepting Neil’s sexuality. At first, it surprised her. She had noticed little mannerisms as he grew older that Brian exhibited. She would notice, fo

Owen stood in the middle of Ned’s room and yelled, “He did what!” Ned looked up at Owen and responded, “I tell you.” He warned, “Lucas is friggin’ crazy.” Mac and Robbie were sitting on the bed beside him. Ned had called the three boys to his house after Lucas fled with his laptop computer. He thought he should warn them about Lucas’s strange behavior in case he showed up at their house. Ned rose from the bed and paced around the room. “My dad is going to fucking kill me when he f

Neil was lying in a lounge chair on the pool deck. He was resting after returning home from work with Brian. He was used to long days at school, but he usually sat at a desk. His father, however, had him running all over the store doing menial tasks. At first, he complained; but he soon realized that it didn’t bother his father. He was used to hearing employees complaining about his or her job. Besides, he wasn’t even being paid. As usual, Midas was lying beside him. Neil had his eyes close

Brian and Dwight were sitting at the kitchen table taking bites of the cobbler. Two plates had been placed on the table opposite them. Neil pulled back a chair for Sammy to take a seat. Dwight laughed, looked over at Brian and stated sarcastically, “You never pull my chair out for me. At least one of the Michael’s is a gentleman.” Brian cast a quick glance at Sammy before saying, “You’re lucky the kids are around or I would show you a gentleman.” “Oh,” giggled Dwight flirtatiously