When I stormed into the room all the patients looked at me like I was crazy. Who really cares? I even think that I am going crazy. My dad kept asking me what was wrong but I just said nothing, shook it off and picked up a magazine to read.
* * * * *
I sat down on my cat and turned on the computer. I got online and noticed Ephram had sent me an email. I didn't even bother reading it. I didn't want to hear what he had to say. He knew that even though I was going out with that one guy that I still liked him. But no, he's a jerk. He went out with that stupid girl Delia instead. She didn't even love him I bet. That was a whole year ago...I still can't believe I'm still thinking about it. I forgot the thought and sent an email to my new friend, Michelle.
From: cutebutpyscho17@aol.com
To: dramaqueen50@aol.com
Hey Michelle. What are you doing after the play today? If you're not doing anything, maybe we could see a movie or something. Cya.
Amy
I hope that we can go...anything that lets me take my mind off of Ephram will help...I think.
* * * * *
Michelle went to go get our seats while I went and got the drinks for us. We both don't like popcorn, it's a pet peeve of us. I was surprised when we met at drama camp how much we had in common. She thinks I should get together with Ephram though, that's something that's annoying about her, she's always bugging me about it. "Bah, what am I doing!?!" I thought to myself, "I'm supposed to be here to take my mind off of Ephram and all I'm doing is thinking about him more than usual." I walked up to the concession counter. There was only one person at the counter. He was facing the popcorn machine and reading a magazine.
"Um excuse me, I need two...", the guy turned around and I stopped talking. I couldn't talk. I knew him, I know him.
"I guess that's a good sign you remember me," he said.
"I..uh..um yeah," I stuttered "Alex, right?"
"Right, I thought you would've forgotten me by now," he confessed.
"Oh, no how could I forget?" I asked. "You spilled that juice all over me in the 6th grade."
"Yeah, I'm still very sorry for that." he said sounding kind of embarrassed. "Here's my phone number. Call me sometime and I can make up for it by taking you to dinner."
"Sure," I said while I smiled. "Cya around."
* * * * *
I sat down on my cat and turned on the computer. I got online and noticed Ephram had sent me an email. I didn't even bother reading it. I didn't want to hear what he had to say. He knew that even though I was going out with that one guy that I still liked him. But no, he's a jerk. He went out with that stupid girl Delia instead. She didn't even love him I bet. That was a whole year ago...I still can't believe I'm still thinking about it. I forgot the thought and sent an email to my new friend, Michelle.
From: cutebutpyscho17@aol.com
To: dramaqueen50@aol.com
Hey Michelle. What are you doing after the play today? If you're not doing anything, maybe we could see a movie or something. Cya.
Amy
I hope that we can go...anything that lets me take my mind off of Ephram will help...I think.
* * * * *
Michelle went to go get our seats while I went and got the drinks for us. We both don't like popcorn, it's a pet peeve of us. I was surprised when we met at drama camp how much we had in common. She thinks I should get together with Ephram though, that's something that's annoying about her, she's always bugging me about it. "Bah, what am I doing!?!" I thought to myself, "I'm supposed to be here to take my mind off of Ephram and all I'm doing is thinking about him more than usual." I walked up to the concession counter. There was only one person at the counter. He was facing the popcorn machine and reading a magazine.
"Um excuse me, I need two...", the guy turned around and I stopped talking. I couldn't talk. I knew him, I know him.
"I guess that's a good sign you remember me," he said.
"I..uh..um yeah," I stuttered "Alex, right?"
"Right, I thought you would've forgotten me by now," he confessed.
"Oh, no how could I forget?" I asked. "You spilled that juice all over me in the 6th grade."
"Yeah, I'm still very sorry for that." he said sounding kind of embarrassed. "Here's my phone number. Call me sometime and I can make up for it by taking you to dinner."
"Sure," I said while I smiled. "Cya around."