Grounded Stories

“What are you staring at, mister?” I scowled at Brandon as I spoke, putting my hands on my hips for emphasis. Usually, that was all it would take to get him to fall in line, but today he just shot back a smug grin. “What do you think I’m staring at?” I let out an exasperated sigh. When had my son turned into such a little brat? I’ve always done my best to raise him right, and for the first eighteen years of his life, I th...

It started out like every other first day back to school, the early mornings, scattering through her wardrobe trying to find something to wear, her mother screaming from downstairs to hurry up before she's late for her first period. But this day wasn't going to be like anything she expected. She grabbed her cell, car keys, bag and made her way to her car. She pulled out of the driveway and headed to some of her friends' h...