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55. Waiting
He's late again. He's always late. I probably spend more time waiting for him than anything else. I know he has a watch, and there are several clocks in his house, and yet he always manages to be late. It's ridiculous.
Now that I think about it, I've been waiting for him almost my whole life. I had to wait all the way through elementary school for him to come play at recess, because he always had to stay in for misbehaving. Sometimes I would wait the whole hour and he still wouldn't get to come out.
In both incidents with King Sandy, I had to wait for him to come and save me, and he sure took his time about it, too. Really, I could have been made the queen of a falling down sand castle!
I had to wait for three months when he went to Australia to visit relatives for a whole summer. That was surely one of the hardest. I didn't know if I would be able to stand it. Of course, he did get a secret ride back with Sector A just for my birthday. That was pretty neat. But even then, he was late for the party! I just can't win.
In the first years of high school, I had to wait while he repeated the eighth grade…twice. For two years I had to eat lunch, and go to classes, and on field trips, all without one of my best friends. As if that wasn't bad enough, he almost failed the ninth grade when he finally got there. I think there was actually some TND interference with that one.
And of course, through all of this, I waited patiently – and not so patiently – for the one most important thing. It took him almost ten years, but he finally just did it.
And then…not much changed, really. He still hated girly things with a passion. I still loved them, even though eventually I grew out of my Rainbow Monkey infatuation – for the most part – and gave away almost all of my old ones. We still got in fights, and he still screwed up colossally, and I still had to wait for him to come and apologize. But he always did.
That's the one thing that keeps me from giving up. Even though I always had to wait, he always came through in the end. So I'll keep waiting. He'll get here…eventually.
But if we miss the whole prom, I'm gonna kill him.
The End
A/N: So, I'm not sure whether this can technically be called a drabble or not. I had thought that a drabble was just a short narrative describing someone's thoughts, but now I've heard that it's something that has to be exactly 100 words. For now I'll just leave it labeled as a drabble, but if I need to change it, or if there's some other term that's more appropriate, I would appreciate it if someone would review and let me know.
As always, reviews are welcome and concrit would be greatly appreciated.
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