Chapter IX: The Unexpected Chapter: That's What Dreams Are Made Of!
Kris sighed, laying over the blankets on her bed. She could feel herself wanting to cry, but she couldn't. It was stupid and childish to cry over such matters. Oh! but she missed him, even after only two hours. She rolled over to look at the clock radio, a shimmering tear streaking cross her face. 6 o'clock. She sighed again.
Her eyes blinked, her lids getting heavy. She was so tired. It had been a long twenty-four hours. She pulled the covers over her and almost immediately fell asleep.
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"Mmm.. that was a good, nice, veggie salad. No meat what so ever!" Kris beamed with a bright, proud smile across her face. She walked out of the cafe, the glass door closing silently behind her. Pushing back a lock of her short blonde hair, her blue eyes fell on her fingers. "Oh my gosh, oh no!" she cried in utter disbelief. "How could this have happened!" Tears welling up in her shimmering eyes. "My thumb nail is broken." She began to sob uncontrollably. Steadying her breathing, and gaining control of her emotions like Spock on Star Trek, she quickly pulled out her purse and muttered, "It's okay, I'll live as long as I can find a nail file." For nearly ten minutes, she stood there, rummaging insanely through her purse to find nothing but a few hundred dollar bills.
"Ahhh!!!" she cried, bursting into another set of tears. "I don't have my file with me!" But she had found some nice tissues for her to blow her nose with. She did so, and regained control of her emotions like Spock on Star Trek.
Taking a deep breath of the fresh air and gazing down at her thumb nail, she bravely took a step forward, then another, then another, then another, then another, then another, then another, and BOOM! She ran directly into someone or something. Since she had been so absorbed in staring sadly at her thumb nail, she had not seen who or what was coming at her. Falling onto her popo, she cried out in pain, "Oh watch where you're going you stupid idiot! Look you made me break another nail!" This of course, was a lie, because she had only further broken more of her thumb nail.
"Oh, I'm soooooooooooo sorry," the someone or something apologized. Her heart stopped, no not literally, but it did make her go into a fit of hysteria. Was it he? Could it be? Should she see? Or should she flee? Was it him from Geometry? Did he know their World History? Was he that friend she never wish would be? She looked up, first at his knee. Then she looked at him with a plea. No, no! It was he! It could be! She did see! She wanted to flee! He was from Geometry! He did know World History! He was the friend she wish would never be! Then, she fainted.
Well, actually she didn't faint, but instead jumped to her feet and looked down at the short, orc like ugly human being. "What are you doing here?!" she cried in disgust.
Smiling smugly, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Hey, Baby!" And standing on tip-toe, he leaned up for the kiss.
She slapped him hard and firm. He fell to the ground, crying like a baby. "Get away from me you pervert! I'm never going to ever go back out with you! So give up!"
With tears sopping his face, he looked up at her and then ran away. For a moment, she almost felt sorry for the poor, pathetic, peachy pigmented, perverted ex-boyfriend. Then she began dusting off her clothes, vigorously, trying to rid herself of his cooties.
* * *
Kris awoke suddenly, sitting up in her bed. She was in her pajamas and her blonde hair was long, falling to her elbows. She glanced in her mirror to look into a pair of bright green eyes. "Whoa! What a nightmare!"
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****Author's Note: Was the whole day with Elijah really reality or simply a dream? That's for us to know and you to figure out for yourselves! hahahaha!****
Kris sighed, laying over the blankets on her bed. She could feel herself wanting to cry, but she couldn't. It was stupid and childish to cry over such matters. Oh! but she missed him, even after only two hours. She rolled over to look at the clock radio, a shimmering tear streaking cross her face. 6 o'clock. She sighed again.
Her eyes blinked, her lids getting heavy. She was so tired. It had been a long twenty-four hours. She pulled the covers over her and almost immediately fell asleep.
* * *
"Mmm.. that was a good, nice, veggie salad. No meat what so ever!" Kris beamed with a bright, proud smile across her face. She walked out of the cafe, the glass door closing silently behind her. Pushing back a lock of her short blonde hair, her blue eyes fell on her fingers. "Oh my gosh, oh no!" she cried in utter disbelief. "How could this have happened!" Tears welling up in her shimmering eyes. "My thumb nail is broken." She began to sob uncontrollably. Steadying her breathing, and gaining control of her emotions like Spock on Star Trek, she quickly pulled out her purse and muttered, "It's okay, I'll live as long as I can find a nail file." For nearly ten minutes, she stood there, rummaging insanely through her purse to find nothing but a few hundred dollar bills.
"Ahhh!!!" she cried, bursting into another set of tears. "I don't have my file with me!" But she had found some nice tissues for her to blow her nose with. She did so, and regained control of her emotions like Spock on Star Trek.
Taking a deep breath of the fresh air and gazing down at her thumb nail, she bravely took a step forward, then another, then another, then another, then another, then another, then another, and BOOM! She ran directly into someone or something. Since she had been so absorbed in staring sadly at her thumb nail, she had not seen who or what was coming at her. Falling onto her popo, she cried out in pain, "Oh watch where you're going you stupid idiot! Look you made me break another nail!" This of course, was a lie, because she had only further broken more of her thumb nail.
"Oh, I'm soooooooooooo sorry," the someone or something apologized. Her heart stopped, no not literally, but it did make her go into a fit of hysteria. Was it he? Could it be? Should she see? Or should she flee? Was it him from Geometry? Did he know their World History? Was he that friend she never wish would be? She looked up, first at his knee. Then she looked at him with a plea. No, no! It was he! It could be! She did see! She wanted to flee! He was from Geometry! He did know World History! He was the friend she wish would never be! Then, she fainted.
Well, actually she didn't faint, but instead jumped to her feet and looked down at the short, orc like ugly human being. "What are you doing here?!" she cried in disgust.
Smiling smugly, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Hey, Baby!" And standing on tip-toe, he leaned up for the kiss.
She slapped him hard and firm. He fell to the ground, crying like a baby. "Get away from me you pervert! I'm never going to ever go back out with you! So give up!"
With tears sopping his face, he looked up at her and then ran away. For a moment, she almost felt sorry for the poor, pathetic, peachy pigmented, perverted ex-boyfriend. Then she began dusting off her clothes, vigorously, trying to rid herself of his cooties.
* * *
Kris awoke suddenly, sitting up in her bed. She was in her pajamas and her blonde hair was long, falling to her elbows. She glanced in her mirror to look into a pair of bright green eyes. "Whoa! What a nightmare!"
* * *
****Author's Note: Was the whole day with Elijah really reality or simply a dream? That's for us to know and you to figure out for yourselves! hahahaha!****