"It all started on Friday night, my friends and I were in the wrong part of the neighborhood and some guy walked up to me and whispered 'Hand over the English homework bud'.' I fought with much desperation to keep it, but eventually he over powered me and pushed off as fast as he could on his pink Razor scooter!" exclaims Mat.

 

     Mr. Van Camp pauses "Well then, that's quite the story Mat, but who in their right mind would steal English homework?"

 

   "That's not the end of it," explains Mat, "on Saturday we saw the same, exact guy on the pink scooter and since it was so dark on Friday night, I couldn't make out his face. It turns out the guy who stole my homework was Smedley! I don't know what to do Mr.VC."

 

     "I hate my job."

Time

 

 

 

As time brushes past her face it leaves its mark. Scars from when she was young and wrinkles from the days past. Jewelry of the highest quality and beauty resting or her neck and stuck onto her fingers.  She sits at an old cafe, alone, smoking a cigarette. Oddly, she finds herself thinking of the past rather than the future. For once she doesn't care about what "will" happen but instead she reflects on "what" happened.

"Have I lived a happy life?" she thinks to herself as she takes another drag on her cigarette. She was very fortunate through her life, she was born into wealth and it won't disappear anytime soon. All through school and through adulthood she had many friends and cherished many moments throughout her existence. But yet she feels empty. She feels the she has rushed her life and missed many experiences. Challenges that she refused, risks that she didn't take all haunt her at this moment. She might have lived a happy life but did she like a full life? She still has time to fill the void within her and be peaceful throughout the years she has left. But yet, she sits at an old cafe smoking her life away and wondering what happened.