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Jacie XP

United States

Hello pedestrians! Jacie XP here just being awesome like usual!
I'm a teen girl trapped by school (which is bleh).
I'm working on a story called Return, but I'm often distracted by other projects.

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Yep, another piece. It's literally just another excuse to not do my homework. Let me know what you think!

Nice To See You Again

November 3, 2015

GROUP: Flash Fiction

   I pull my car into the driveway of the little white house at 876 Maple Lane. Slowly, like I'm trying to delay something, I remove my key from the ignition. The engine of my Honda Civic sputters out. I step out of the little, blue car and slam the door. Short, green hedges lined the walkway up to the house’s porch. I walk down it, my heels clicking loudly against the brown cobblestones. Scampering up the porch, I stand on the welcome mat and ring the doorbell. A dog starts barking. The door is thrown open.
    She stands in the doorway looking at me with a shocked expression.
    Her familiar blonde curls are pulled back in a ponytail and her blue eyes question my visit. In that moment, I missed her more than I did all those months we were apart. Foregoing the handshake, I crush her in a tight hug. She hugs me back quickly but then pulls away.
    “Jess, where have you been? You said you’d visit a month ago!” she scolded.
    “Sorry, Tay. I got busy,” I apologize.
    “You’re always busy.”
    I just shrug and smile. She smiled back. I had really missed Taylor. We hadn’t seen each other since her wedding five months ago. I would have visited sooner, but work always kept me busy.
    Suddenly, I’m practically taken down by a large, wet dog. He barks and licks my face, crushing me against a wall. Taylor pulls him off of me, laughing. I spit a piece of dog hair out of my mouth, frowning.
    “What the hell is that abomination?” I asked, pulling myself to my feet.
    “That’s just Henry. Mitch and I adopted him three months ago,” Taylor answered.
    “You two need to get a smaller dog. Like a chihuahua maybe,” I complained, picking dog hair off of my favorite sweatshirt.
    Taylor laughed. “Why don’t I show you around the house and have you be my guest at dinner tonight?”
    “I’d like that very much, as long as you promise not to try to cook,” I said.
    Taylor smirked. “We’ll see, Jess. We’ll see.”


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