The Co-op Class

I idled by the door of my 12th grade co-op class, peering inside hesitantly. Was I in the right place? The students in this class were not my usual university bound classmates. In the front row there was a group of girls doing each other's blush, eyeliner and mascara, even though they were already wearing…

The Stranger

I entered my bedroom and instantly noticed a pop up on my laptop screen. Someone was trying to add me on MSN Messenger, the pre-Facebook internet platform where I spent most of my time during high school. The person had a name I didn’t recognize. I decided to add him and send him a message.…

The Science Exam

On the last day of 11th grade, I nervously bit my bottom lip as I stared past the exam booklet placed in front of me. I was currently focused on running my fingers through my dyed jet back hair in an attempt to keep it straight. The practice was proving to be faulty because the…

The Premise

I sat slouched at the back of my 11th grade Creative Writing class in a Bridgewood Catholic high school. As I scribbled nervously in my notebook, I seriously wondered why on Earth I had taken this class in the first place. It was nothing but torture. Today, we were being asked to write a synopsis…

The City

Dawn broke on Bridgewood long before it broke anywhere else, locals would have you believe. Bridgewood was a small town in Ontario’s suburbia,  located about fifteen minutes north of Leafton. Best known for its multimillion dollar houses, Bridgewood was regarded in high esteem by most. After all, not every town could boast a major amusement…