Love is in the air, or so they say. Heart shape balloons line the shop windows, couples are getting ready to celebrate—everyone’s showing love to others. That’s the idea anyways. One famous thing Jesus said, a phrase that’s been said many times, in many ways, “love your neighbor as yourself.” (Mark 12:32) While we’re busy…
Sebrina vs. April: May the Best Sister Win (Final Part)
Sebrina poured the last bit of coffee from her mug into her mouth. After she set the mug by the sink, she sat down by the table and wrote down phone numbers. Once opening day at the store would pass, her life might slow down again, but right now she needed all her focus on…
Sebrina vs. April: May the Best Sister Win (Part Four)
Celeb held the door, waiting for Sebrina to exit the 4-H building. He looked into the building one last time before he shut the door. He slid his hands in his pockets and strode to keep up with Sebrina. “We did it.” He shot a smile in her direction. He took a step closer to…
Sebrina vs. April: May the Best Sister Win (Part Three)
Sebrina parked in front of the coffee shop and took the keys out of the ignition. She grabbed her wallet and opened the door. Celeb sat in the outside dining area, drinking coffee. The mid-morning sun beat down on her cheeks, making it nearly to warm to drink coffee outside. But the breeze made it…
Sebrina vs. April: May the Best Sister Win (Part Two)
Sebrina stepped into the office and closed the door. The room resembled a family living room more than it did a real estate office. Blankets draped over couches, deer antlers hung on the wall, surrounded with horse and cattle paintings. Maybe she stood in the wrong office. Sebrina turned around to read the lettering on…
Sebrina vs. April: May the Best Sister Win (Part One)
“You can’t do everything at once.” Sebrina followed April into the kitchen. “Who says I can’t?” April grabbed a coffee mug from the cabinet and filled it with the remaining coffee. “April . . . think about this.” April placed the lid on the mug and stuffed it in her bag. She sighed as she…
A Quarter Mile (Final Part)
“All right Jez, don’t give it everything at first, save it until you absolutely need it, then show ‘em what you got!” I gripped the go-cart frame, leaning forward so Jez could hear me. “There are a lot bigger carts than ours here,” Lucas pointed out. “Don’t think like that, then we for sure wont…
A Quarter Mile (Part Three)
“Pull harder!” Jez pushed her leg down, gripping the handles on her bike. “I can’t! My legs are about to give out.” Wyatt leaned forward, standing while he peddled. “Put your legs to use: peddle!” Jez titled her head from side to side as she peddled down street. “We’re trying!” I looked back at Jez,…
A Quarter Mile (Part Two)
The next day after school, I dragged a pallet out of the garage and dropped it behind the four-wheeler. We decided Sunday afternoon to build a raceway around the bike track and because it was at my house, I was in charge of building it. After I attached the pallet onto the four-wheeler, I drove…
A Quarter Mile (Part One)
I swung my legs back and forth, twiddling my thumbs. In front of me sat Mr. Beamer, or as I liked to call him, Bobble-Head Beamer. A few rows in front of him sat Nose-Picker Noah. He picked his nose very subtle so no one would notice, but I always did. I made sure I…
The Farmer's Daughter 