What Makes You Different Ch. 6
Theresa ran up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door. Luckily for her, no one was home to question her about her day or how she was feeling. Flopping on her bed, she grabbed a pillow and sobbed like a baby until she fell asleep.
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Blaring loud music filled the crowded house, which had people constantly coming in and out. People were moving to the music and having a good time; everyone except for Fox. Jaime and his other friends noticed something was wrong, but didn't question him. They knew better than to ask Fox about his feelings, which he almost always kept to himself. It was his defense mechanism. Talking about his feelings was not manly and was a sign of weakness. At least that's what Alistar and Julian always told him. What's wrong with me? Why am I so down? He knew the answer, but he didn't want to admit it to himself. A strange and unfamiliar feeling was getting to him. Guilt, is this what he was experiencing? All he thought about was how he was laughing one minute and the next minute he noticed that Theresa was running across the park, crying. She must have thought he was laughing at her, but he wasn't. Why oh why did I have that picture in my head? It was all Terry's fault. She always brought drama into the lives of whomever she encountered. Now he was the victim of her actions. But she wasn't the only one to blame. He should have at least defended Theresa instead of being caught up in his own stupid imagination, leaving poor Theresa to assume the worst. He also should have ran after her, but this never occurred to him until she her image became smaller and finally disappeared. Never had he once had to pursue a girl and he wasn't about to start now. Shaking his head, he tried to get rid of the image of Theresa running away with tears flowing uncontrollably down her face; her sweet, innocent beautiful face that was etched in his mind.
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The following Monday approached too quickly according to Theresa. She was not looking forward to the possibility of bumping into Terry or Fox. Melissa tried to give her a pep talk after Theresa explained the entire situation to her. As always, Melissa was able to make Theresa feel a little better. Melissa made a CD filled with inspirational songs and attached a sweet, funny card with it.
"Live so that you could look
any man in the eye
and tell him to go to hell."
Resa-
Try to stand up for yourself, because sometimes you encounter
people who are cruel jerks. Don't let those two people's idiotic
personalities and actions get you down. They are only jealous of the
beautiful, warm-hearted person you are. After all, you have
everything going for you. I don't know what I would ever do if I
never met you. Just know that I'm here for you if you ever need a
shoulder to cry on or a listening ear.
Love,
Melissa
The card brought a smile to Theresa's face.
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Relieved that the final bell rang, bringing an end to the day, Theresa packed up her stuff. She was glad that she didn't run into the two people she was trying to avoid.
As she was walking towards the door, the English teacher said, "Theresa, may I speak to you?"
"Yes Mr. Smith." Theresa answered.
"I really enjoyed the pictures you drew in your English journal. I was wondering if you could help out with the decorations for the Homecoming dance? We need someone with your artistic talents to transfer the gym into a place suitable place for the dance."
As flattered as Theresa was by the comment, she didn't want to help out with the decorations. Everyone in the decorating committee and anyone else who helped with the dance will be expected to go to the dance, and she wasn't comfortable with the idea of dancing in public. Besides, who would I go with?
"So, what do you think?" asked Mr. Smith with a pleading look on his face.
"Ahhh...Sure. I guess." Theresa sighed. She was never able to say no to people.
"Thank you. I'm so glad you said yes. I'll just tell Nick and everyone else on the committee that you will be helping out."
"Nicholas Crane?" questioned Theresa, hoping that it was any other Nick.
"Why yes! The class president and all the other ASB members always take part in preparing for any of the dances. Is Nick a friend of yours?" asked Mr. Smith, pleased that the dance will be a success with Theresa and the ASB members helping out.
"Umm...No. Not really," mumbled Theresa, disappointed at the predicament she is once again in. "Well I have to get home."
"Bye Theresa. Thank you for your help."
"Bye." Theresa rushed out the door, trying to think of any way she can get out of the situation. Why didn't I say no when I had the chance?
Theresa ran up the stairs and slammed her bedroom door. Luckily for her, no one was home to question her about her day or how she was feeling. Flopping on her bed, she grabbed a pillow and sobbed like a baby until she fell asleep.
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Blaring loud music filled the crowded house, which had people constantly coming in and out. People were moving to the music and having a good time; everyone except for Fox. Jaime and his other friends noticed something was wrong, but didn't question him. They knew better than to ask Fox about his feelings, which he almost always kept to himself. It was his defense mechanism. Talking about his feelings was not manly and was a sign of weakness. At least that's what Alistar and Julian always told him. What's wrong with me? Why am I so down? He knew the answer, but he didn't want to admit it to himself. A strange and unfamiliar feeling was getting to him. Guilt, is this what he was experiencing? All he thought about was how he was laughing one minute and the next minute he noticed that Theresa was running across the park, crying. She must have thought he was laughing at her, but he wasn't. Why oh why did I have that picture in my head? It was all Terry's fault. She always brought drama into the lives of whomever she encountered. Now he was the victim of her actions. But she wasn't the only one to blame. He should have at least defended Theresa instead of being caught up in his own stupid imagination, leaving poor Theresa to assume the worst. He also should have ran after her, but this never occurred to him until she her image became smaller and finally disappeared. Never had he once had to pursue a girl and he wasn't about to start now. Shaking his head, he tried to get rid of the image of Theresa running away with tears flowing uncontrollably down her face; her sweet, innocent beautiful face that was etched in his mind.
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The following Monday approached too quickly according to Theresa. She was not looking forward to the possibility of bumping into Terry or Fox. Melissa tried to give her a pep talk after Theresa explained the entire situation to her. As always, Melissa was able to make Theresa feel a little better. Melissa made a CD filled with inspirational songs and attached a sweet, funny card with it.
"Live so that you could look
any man in the eye
and tell him to go to hell."
Resa-
Try to stand up for yourself, because sometimes you encounter
people who are cruel jerks. Don't let those two people's idiotic
personalities and actions get you down. They are only jealous of the
beautiful, warm-hearted person you are. After all, you have
everything going for you. I don't know what I would ever do if I
never met you. Just know that I'm here for you if you ever need a
shoulder to cry on or a listening ear.
Love,
Melissa
The card brought a smile to Theresa's face.
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Relieved that the final bell rang, bringing an end to the day, Theresa packed up her stuff. She was glad that she didn't run into the two people she was trying to avoid.
As she was walking towards the door, the English teacher said, "Theresa, may I speak to you?"
"Yes Mr. Smith." Theresa answered.
"I really enjoyed the pictures you drew in your English journal. I was wondering if you could help out with the decorations for the Homecoming dance? We need someone with your artistic talents to transfer the gym into a place suitable place for the dance."
As flattered as Theresa was by the comment, she didn't want to help out with the decorations. Everyone in the decorating committee and anyone else who helped with the dance will be expected to go to the dance, and she wasn't comfortable with the idea of dancing in public. Besides, who would I go with?
"So, what do you think?" asked Mr. Smith with a pleading look on his face.
"Ahhh...Sure. I guess." Theresa sighed. She was never able to say no to people.
"Thank you. I'm so glad you said yes. I'll just tell Nick and everyone else on the committee that you will be helping out."
"Nicholas Crane?" questioned Theresa, hoping that it was any other Nick.
"Why yes! The class president and all the other ASB members always take part in preparing for any of the dances. Is Nick a friend of yours?" asked Mr. Smith, pleased that the dance will be a success with Theresa and the ASB members helping out.
"Umm...No. Not really," mumbled Theresa, disappointed at the predicament she is once again in. "Well I have to get home."
"Bye Theresa. Thank you for your help."
"Bye." Theresa rushed out the door, trying to think of any way she can get out of the situation. Why didn't I say no when I had the chance?