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Gordo
"What do you mean I visiting hours are over?" I slammed my hands on the Nurse's desk.
"I'm sorry young man, but you are not allowed to visit Ms. Miranda Sanchez."
"This is ridiculous!" I slammed her desk and stalked off.
I sat down at a table and drank some of my coffee. I never liked coffee. I don't know why I had ordered. I looked into my cup. I felt a hand gently rub my back. My mother always used to do that when I was a baby. It was always so comforting.
"Hey buddy, how's life treating you?" Teresa asked me as she sat down.
"I can't believe that Miranda's dying. Why her? Why did you choose her?!" I looked up to the ceiling. Then I lowered my eyes "What about you? How's life treating you?"
"Like how a baby treats its diaper. I've got so many tests before summer break." She paused and shook her head. I could tell something was bothering her. Her brown hair fell gently into her eyes. Her aqua blue eyes pierced my heart as she looked at me. "I don't know."
"What?" I placed my hand on hers, but she quickly pulled it away.
"It's nothing," She said smiling. "There's Lizzie," She waved her over. "I've got to go work at the Bean, so I'll see you later."
I watched her walk away. Her hair fell around her shoulders. I always thought she looked like an angel, ever since I had met her.
"Hey Gordo, have you check on Miranda?" Lizzie asked me as she sat down with me.
"I couldn't get in. I'm gonna see if I can go up there in few." I looked at my watch. "If not then I'm just gonna go home, cause I've got a lot of homework to do."
"I brought some of my work if you want a study buddy." Lizzie smiled weakly. She must be going through so much. Her best deteriorating right before her eyes. It must be awful.
"Nah, and my mom wants me home by 5:30. I'll see you later."
I went up and found out the Miranda was sleeping, so I couldn't see her 'til tomorrow. It would be such a long wait until tomorrow.
I started up my car and headed home. During my calculus I looked up and saw Teresa's picture. The light shone in from a window and gently fell onto her shoulders, as if she was kissed by the sun.
"What do you mean I visiting hours are over?" I slammed my hands on the Nurse's desk.
"I'm sorry young man, but you are not allowed to visit Ms. Miranda Sanchez."
"This is ridiculous!" I slammed her desk and stalked off.
I sat down at a table and drank some of my coffee. I never liked coffee. I don't know why I had ordered. I looked into my cup. I felt a hand gently rub my back. My mother always used to do that when I was a baby. It was always so comforting.
"Hey buddy, how's life treating you?" Teresa asked me as she sat down.
"I can't believe that Miranda's dying. Why her? Why did you choose her?!" I looked up to the ceiling. Then I lowered my eyes "What about you? How's life treating you?"
"Like how a baby treats its diaper. I've got so many tests before summer break." She paused and shook her head. I could tell something was bothering her. Her brown hair fell gently into her eyes. Her aqua blue eyes pierced my heart as she looked at me. "I don't know."
"What?" I placed my hand on hers, but she quickly pulled it away.
"It's nothing," She said smiling. "There's Lizzie," She waved her over. "I've got to go work at the Bean, so I'll see you later."
I watched her walk away. Her hair fell around her shoulders. I always thought she looked like an angel, ever since I had met her.
"Hey Gordo, have you check on Miranda?" Lizzie asked me as she sat down with me.
"I couldn't get in. I'm gonna see if I can go up there in few." I looked at my watch. "If not then I'm just gonna go home, cause I've got a lot of homework to do."
"I brought some of my work if you want a study buddy." Lizzie smiled weakly. She must be going through so much. Her best deteriorating right before her eyes. It must be awful.
"Nah, and my mom wants me home by 5:30. I'll see you later."
I went up and found out the Miranda was sleeping, so I couldn't see her 'til tomorrow. It would be such a long wait until tomorrow.
I started up my car and headed home. During my calculus I looked up and saw Teresa's picture. The light shone in from a window and gently fell onto her shoulders, as if she was kissed by the sun.