"Hello?" I answered my phone as I walked into the apartment. "You kissed Jarrod?" It was Charlene. "Well he kissed me." I said, setting my purse down on the counter. "NO!" She said. "Yes." I said. "He told you?" "Yeah, remember I've known these guys for years. They tell me most things." She said. "Ahhhh, I see." I said. I walked to my room and layed down on my bed. "Well, how was he?" She asked. "What?" I asked her. "Tell me! I've never kissed him! Never would either, but he's not my type." she said, and I laughed. "Well it was good." I said. "Just good?" She asked. "Okay, amazing, but I keep thinking of Andy." I told her. "Well he seemed pretty excited about it." She said, and giggled. "And I hate to say it babe, but I don't know if Andy is the same guy that left here three months ago. I got a weird letter from him." She said. I suddenly felt like crying. "Uh-oh. The silence. Don't cry sweatie." she said. "You guys had something great, but those things don't always last forever." "I know. But I mean two years we were together. And he just broke it off-" I started to cry. "Yeah, well he always did think too much for his own good. Maybe it's time to see what other guys are like?" She said. "Maybe." I said. "Definatly." She said. I wiped my eyes, feeling a little better talking to her. When I got of the phone I gathered up a bunch of things that reminded me of Andy, and somethings he had given me. I found a box in my closet and put them inside. I didn't want to toss them because they were important to me, so I decided to just put them away. I put the box back in my closet, and shut the door. I felt a lot better, and decided to get some sleep. I had class and work in the morning.
"MISS ROHLAND!" I snapped out of my day dream and looked up at Mr. Pederson, my engilsh 101 teacher. "Yes?" I asked. "Pay attention. If you really don't want to be here, just drop the class." He said. I just looked down at my book and blushed. "Now, please take over reading where Mikael left off." He said. "Uh-okay." I said, sitting up. I had no idea where we were, and I was afraid to ask. "Here." Mikael said. He leaned over his desk and flipped to the page we were on in my book, then pointed to the paragraph we were on. "Thanks." I whispered. I felt so embarassed. "No problem." He said. I read about a page on comma placement, before I was finaly able to stop reading. Mr. Pederson gave us our asignment to write a discriptive essay using one emotion as a theme. I had no idea wha the wanted. I was so glad to hear the bell ring. I gathered my stuff and bolted out of class. I was headed out to my car when someone stopped me by calling me name. "Rholand!" I turned around. It was Mikael. I was confused. I hadn't been called by my last name since Track in highschool. "Uh, yeah?" I asked. "Sorry. I wasn't sure what your first name was. Marcy?" He asked. "Close. Macey." I told him. "Oh, sorry." He said. "It's okay. Thanks for helping me out in there." I said. "Anytime. You looked distracted." He said. "Well, I was. I had a late night-a kind of confusing one too." I said. "Been there." He said. "Well, I'll see you around." I said, looking at my watch. I had to be at work in 10 minutes. "Sorry to keep you. I just wanted to say if you need any help you can always ask me." He said. "Thanks! Actually, I have no clue what this assignment is!" I said, and he laughed. "Yeah, Mr. Pederson has some interesting assingments. I'd be glad to help." He said. "Awesome. I have to get to work, but if you give me your number, I can call you later." I said. Then I realized I had just asked for his phone number and blushed. "No problem." He said, and waited while I dug my phone out of my purse. I put his number in, and then put it back. "Well, talk to you soon I hope." He said. "Yeah." I said, and he smiled and walked away. "Yeah?" I mumbled to myself. "Lame Macey, real lame." I mumbled and shook my head. I ran to my car and spead to work.
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"Hello?" I answered my phone as I walked into the apartment.
"You kissed Jarrod?" It was Charlene.
"Well he kissed me." I said, setting my purse down on the counter.
"NO!" She said.
"Yes." I said. "He told you?"
"Yeah, remember I've known these guys for years. They tell me most things." She said.
"Ahhhh, I see." I said. I walked to my room and layed down on my bed.
"Well, how was he?" She asked.
"What?" I asked her.
"Tell me! I've never kissed him! Never would either, but he's not my type." she said, and I laughed.
"Well it was good." I said.
"Just good?" She asked.
"Okay, amazing, but I keep thinking of Andy." I told her.
"Well he seemed pretty excited about it." She said, and giggled. "And I hate to say it babe, but I don't know if Andy is the same guy that left here three months ago. I got a weird letter from him." She said. I suddenly felt like crying.
"Uh-oh. The silence. Don't cry sweatie." she said. "You guys had something great, but those things don't always last forever."
"I know. But I mean two years we were together. And he just broke it off-" I started to cry.
"Yeah, well he always did think too much for his own good. Maybe it's time to see what other guys are like?" She said.
"Maybe." I said.
"Definatly." She said. I wiped my eyes, feeling a little better talking to her.
When I got of the phone I gathered up a bunch of things that reminded me of Andy, and somethings he had given me. I found a box in my closet and put them inside. I didn't want to toss them because they were important to me, so I decided to just put them away. I put the box back in my closet, and shut the door. I felt a lot better, and decided to get some sleep. I had class and work in the morning.
"MISS ROHLAND!" I snapped out of my day dream and looked up at Mr. Pederson, my engilsh 101 teacher.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Pay attention. If you really don't want to be here, just drop the class." He said. I just looked down at my book and blushed.
"Now, please take over reading where Mikael left off." He said.
"Uh-okay." I said, sitting up. I had no idea where we were, and I was afraid to ask.
"Here." Mikael said. He leaned over his desk and flipped to the page we were on in my book, then pointed to the paragraph we were on.
"Thanks." I whispered. I felt so embarassed.
"No problem." He said. I read about a page on comma placement, before I was finaly able to stop reading. Mr. Pederson gave us our asignment to write a discriptive essay using one emotion as a theme. I had no idea wha the wanted. I was so glad to hear the bell ring. I gathered my stuff and bolted out of class. I was headed out to my car when someone stopped me by calling me name.
"Rholand!"
I turned around. It was Mikael. I was confused. I hadn't been called by my last name since Track in highschool.
"Uh, yeah?" I asked.
"Sorry. I wasn't sure what your first name was. Marcy?" He asked.
"Close. Macey." I told him.
"Oh, sorry." He said.
"It's okay. Thanks for helping me out in there." I said.
"Anytime. You looked distracted." He said.
"Well, I was. I had a late night-a kind of confusing one too." I said.
"Been there." He said.
"Well, I'll see you around." I said, looking at my watch. I had to be at work in 10 minutes.
"Sorry to keep you. I just wanted to say if you need any help you can always ask me." He said.
"Thanks! Actually, I have no clue what this assignment is!" I said, and he laughed.
"Yeah, Mr. Pederson has some interesting assingments. I'd be glad to help." He said.
"Awesome. I have to get to work, but if you give me your number, I can call you later." I said. Then I realized I had just asked for his phone number and blushed.
"No problem." He said, and waited while I dug my phone out of my purse. I put his number in, and then put it back.
"Well, talk to you soon I hope." He said.
"Yeah." I said, and he smiled and walked away.
"Yeah?" I mumbled to myself. "Lame Macey, real lame." I mumbled and shook my head. I ran to my car and spead to work.
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