Monday, 21 December 2009
11:35:56 PM (GMT)
"Boys never entered my mind like that. They are just there to me. As
in, none of them catch my eye. I am just different like that. I don't like to
experiment much and it seems not one wants to try to experiment with me."
He mumbles some words, and I only catch "I do."
A mile and a half to walk.
"What about your mom? I didn't see her. Was she sleeping?"
Taking a deep breath, I spoke calmly, "She died of cancer three years ago."
"Oh... I am sorry." He frowned.
I moaned, "It's not your fault. I don't like it when people apologize when it's not
their fault. Even though it is out of respect, but you didn't kill her, don't
apologize." Counting to ten I closed my eyes and reopened them. "Sorry I didn't mean
to explode on you." Half smiling as I spoke.
"It's okay... Sorry for asking." I do my best to keep my mouth shut, and we were
quiet until we get to the school doors, greeting us all. "So, in what direction would
be the way to Mr.
I looked at him. "Well you'll follow me, since that is my first class." He smiled
and nodded, knowing all he had to do were follow me. As I lead the way, I hear a
familiar voice. No, I don't mean familiar as in someone I like or hang out with. I
mean familiar in my nightmare. I whipped around and saw Wray. I panicked. No way that
is him, no way! I quickly walked to English, Mr. Zinus's class, and Zeke suspiciously
watches me, still following.
I sit in my seat. The back, no one sits near me until today. Zeke takes a seat next
to me. He pulls out a sheet of paper from his backpack and began to write down
something. I stared at him cautiously. My book bag slide off of my shoulder and hit
the floor with a thump. He passes the piece of paper to me. His writing was elegant.
"What was that about? You seem a little freaked out when that guy back there started
talking. What's going on? Tell me."
In my dull writing I wrote: "It's nothing really. His voice just spoked me is all."
I pass the note back. Trying to pay attention, I keep glancing in Zeke's direction.
Thinking to myself I began to panic. Oh no. Oh no. I can't be falling in love with
him! Can I? I sighed and tried to focus. I took one last glance over at him and he
stared at me. I widened my eyes and looked forward, not daring to glance again. He
passes the note back.
"There is something you're not telling me and I want to know what it is. Tell me
now. I can probably help you out. Before I even finish reading what he put down I
found myself shaking my head."
"It's nothing. You don't need to be so concerned. I an fine, he just spooked me." I
passed the note back, and he just read the first two words then glared at me, not
bothering to read the rest. I suppressed a paper sigh, rolled my eyes, and snatched
the paper back. "Ok! Fine! Gosh... I had this nightmare last night. His voice was in
it and when I heard it, I swear it was the dream that flashed through me. The dream
felt and looked so real." I narrowed my eyes at him once he was able to read the
note. He chuckled at my expression, then he seemed serious from the note, which was
on my desk moments later.
"That's better, and freaky all the same. Do you like him, or afraid of him for that
matter? That could be the only explanation."
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