CHAPTER ONE: QUICKSAND
“ I guess you weren’t the
person I thought you were.” I angrily pounded into my keyboard. I hit send. The
miniscule bar filled to 100% and then the whooping sound of the message being
sent traveled through my ear buds and into my ears. I waited. It seemed to take
forever for ‘green’ to respond. That was the code name for my crush. Everyone
at our lunch table had one. Finally he tested back.
“ I’m not for everyone.” The
cruel hearted message said.
I turned my head into my
pillow and cried. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Of course I didn’t know what
was.
You see the day before I put a note in his locker with his
phone number on it. Actually I wrote it and was about to throw it away before
Michele snatched it from me and shoved the pint-sized but particularly powerful
message into the painted locker. It was on.
Then the stress began. The
buss ride home took centuries. The walk home gave Evan (my neighbor) time to
grow a beard. Homework took 10 hours instead of 2 and life was dramatic
quicksand that sucked me in every time I moved.
Let’s just say things got a
little out of hand after that. Basically he said he didn’t even want to be
friends and was being really rude as you can tell.
I bravely but barely typed
back, ‘even if I didn’t like someone I would go to the dance just to be nice.
Goodbye. And have a nice life.’ I collapsed on my bed and sobbed.
don don doooooooooonnnnnn!
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