***Ok, guys... I bet you're wondering where I've been. I've been fighting
off a bit of a stomach virus, ACT, A HUGE 10 page research paper, and
writer's block. Plus the fundraiser has been taking up most of my time...
staying 'til 9pm at school.... But I'm back, and maybe I'll write more
than a chapter this time.***
Liz was in the cafeteria nursing a cup of nearly undigestible black coffee. She looked up and smiled at Jesse as he entered the cafeteria.
"Hey Liz," he said, as he sat down a few minutes later with his own cup of coffee.
"Hey Jess," she said, staring at the bottom of her cup of coffee as if it were the most interesting in the world.
"Liz, can I ask you a question?" Jesse asked.
"You may ask," she said with a soft chuckle.
"Ok. Why do you always wear long sleeves?" Jesse asked. He waited in the long unbearable silence for her to say something-anything. Liz screaming and throwing things around would be better than the silence. Liz picked up her cup and swooshed the black liquid around before she even tried to explain.
"There have been a lot of unpleasant happenings in my life. Right now, I'd rather not discuss them. I'd-I...I'd," she started. She took a deep breath. Liz looked at Jesse for the first time since he sat down. "Why do you ask?"
"I think you're hiding something that could potentially be very detrimental to you. Something that no one understands or even tries to understand."
Liz sat quietly as she digested this. "You're right. No one understands," she said, sotto voce.
"I want to try to understand," Jesse said as he put his hand on her arm. Liz pulled away slightly. "Don't push me away," Jesse pleaded quietly.
"Liz looked like she was going to cry, but she stood up and said, "Excuse me, I have to try to call my mom." She walked out of the cafeteria, Jesse watching her intently.
Liz was in the cafeteria nursing a cup of nearly undigestible black coffee. She looked up and smiled at Jesse as he entered the cafeteria.
"Hey Liz," he said, as he sat down a few minutes later with his own cup of coffee.
"Hey Jess," she said, staring at the bottom of her cup of coffee as if it were the most interesting in the world.
"Liz, can I ask you a question?" Jesse asked.
"You may ask," she said with a soft chuckle.
"Ok. Why do you always wear long sleeves?" Jesse asked. He waited in the long unbearable silence for her to say something-anything. Liz screaming and throwing things around would be better than the silence. Liz picked up her cup and swooshed the black liquid around before she even tried to explain.
"There have been a lot of unpleasant happenings in my life. Right now, I'd rather not discuss them. I'd-I...I'd," she started. She took a deep breath. Liz looked at Jesse for the first time since he sat down. "Why do you ask?"
"I think you're hiding something that could potentially be very detrimental to you. Something that no one understands or even tries to understand."
Liz sat quietly as she digested this. "You're right. No one understands," she said, sotto voce.
"I want to try to understand," Jesse said as he put his hand on her arm. Liz pulled away slightly. "Don't push me away," Jesse pleaded quietly.
"Liz looked like she was going to cry, but she stood up and said, "Excuse me, I have to try to call my mom." She walked out of the cafeteria, Jesse watching her intently.