The Lake Willowberry: A Short Story

“Coach K, from Kentucky just called. He said that you are going to be a star one day, and offered you a full scholarship to their school!”

“After I shut the door and started back to the living room, he yelled something at me, but I couldn't exactly hear him. I'm pretty sure he yelled "Good luck!" at me. I hope not. I hope to hell not. I'd never yell "Good luck!" at anybody. It sounds terrible, when you think about it.”

One day, during the summer in Texas, my mom got a text from my aunt.

“And Ethan I saw some good shots from you. I hope you decide to trial.” The teacher noted. Same gave him a smile for the compliment.

One of Arizona’s most largest and famous lakes is Lake Pleasant. Lake Pleasant is a water sports recreation center and a man-made storage reservoir. It’s within close driving distance of the Phoenix and Scottsdale area. Visiting and waterskiing at Lake Pleasant can be fun for anyone, even for the whole family. The tranquility of the lake can bring anyone a feeling of relaxation. It’s a great way to have a fun way to to exercise and relieve stress.

“Lester” the old man said. “ How about we take you somewhere safe.” Lester said in a sly tone.

Clear Lake was almost always a tough opponent, especially at tournaments. Sometimes, they destroy us. Sometimes, we destroy them. But this day, I destroyed them.

DeAndre replied, ” I’m trying coach. It’s just hard. I can’t focus in class and it’s too confusing.”

"Well, I never really gave it much thought. I’ve been a bit preoccupied with what’s happening now.” Todd's voice is small in his mouth, he rolls the words around, tastes them. They mock him, calling: timid, shy, you'll never be able to stand up for yourself...

One day I was looking over a building for a client at lake Wab. Lake Wab was the largest lake for two hundred miles. It had been named after some native chief whose name was so hard to pronounce everyone ended up calling it Lake Wab for short. That’s where I ran into a friend from high school at the marina. I hadn’t seen Vern since he went to university. I had heard through some friends that he had come into heaps of money on one of his trips to Vegas but we hadn’t crossed paths since.

“Todd, come sit,” Mr. Tuck says as he pats a chair that is next to his desk. “What was the outburst about in class?”

“I’m not surprised. You ignored him the entire time, while you slipped pieces of turkey to Buster under the

It's 12:30, wanna go back to my house?" Anthony suggested. They were currently parked in the school parking lot, eating lunch before they went home. Anthony had managed to get two free periods for his last semester, and somehow talked the principal into letting Ian get the same one. Sneaky bastard.

Let me tell you about the time I got pulled over trying to retrieve a bouncy ball.

There once was a boy named Jonathan (Jonathan Mcslurre, Jonny for short) and his family, ( including his parents, two sisters, and three brothers) every summer would all go rent a lake house. The lake house was secluded, relaxing, and quiet, mostly because it was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a forest, but nonetheless everyone enjoyed it…well everyone except for Jonathan.