ATTENTION! This is a SEQUEL to Follow The Tracks! I suggest you read that one before reading this, thanks so much for your love and support!
Here it is! The sequel to Follow The Tracks! I enjoyed writing that story so much I decided to take it upon myself and write about an important summer during their late teen years. It's gonna be so exciting and I already have the whole plot written out for myself!
Hope you enjoy!
She sat at her desk, hands rubbing her temples while a pile of neatly stacked papers sat beside her arm. Theresa Lachance was grading them, the tests that is, going through the pile exceptionally fast up until ten minutes ago.
They talked alright, her co-workers, whispering down the hallways or in a meeting room. The other staff would only spare but a pitiful or condescending stare, then return to business.
Ignore it, Theresa thought, scoffing towards the rumors and gossip in disgust. It wasn't like she had never been talked about before, in fact she was used to it. Still, their irritating words hit some soft spots, and she could feel anger flaring in her stomach — which in turn, only made her head throb more. She grimaced, frustrated that her thoughts ruled her head, creating unnecessary distractions.
A break, that's it I need a break. She grew tired, her mouth widening in a yawn. Just twenty minutes, she chided herself, and grabbed a pillow nearby, set it onto the desk, and lowered her head, quickly falling asleep. But right before she did, her thoughts quickly changed to the past; the summer of 1964.
