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***CHAPTER 6***
Amy looked up as a waitress laid her order on the table; she smiled her thanks and started on her meal immediately. As she was draining the last few drops of her lemonade, she suddenly felt tense. She could feel someone's eyes on her head. It was the person she was looking at before her order came. 'Oh no, his friends must have told him that I was looking at him.' She thought panicking.
She felt as though he was learning everything about her, just by staring at her. She felt very uncomfortable but all she could do was wish hard that he would mind his own business and leave her alone. She felt as though he was judging her, just by looking at her. Christine had told her once when she feeling nervous that this was how it felt back in her school days. At that time she had punched her lightly for making her feel worse. Now that she was actually feeling it, it feels bad, really bad. She has no idea what to do. Thinking of her current situation, she sigh 'Gee, I have been out of school for more than ten years now and still I'm feeling this way.. if I ever felt this way in school before.'
'Psst.. Henry' she heard a silent whisper and instinctively her head shot up to find where the voice had come from. She has always had the bad habit of looking for the person whose voice belongs to, especially when it sounded nervous or excited. Basically, she was just one who wanted to know what was going on. She hated that habit cause she was caught staring many times and people got suspicious of her, thinking that she was listening into their conversation.
Her search landed on the table in front of her, the very same table that the guy with black hair who was staring at her sat. He looked at the former registering that he seems to be laughing at the guy sitting next to him. She turned, out of curiosity and there was the guy with the black hair and there he was, staring straight at her. Their eyes met and there she sat stunned. 'Oh, his eyes .. his eyes, they are exactly like those in my dream. He also has a pair of glasses and the way his hair falls, it's the same. No charm or gel ever worked on his hair...now where did that thought come from?' She wondered curiously.
She turned away quickly after realizing that she was still staring at the guy. She fumbled around her purse to look for some cash to pay for her meal. She laid it on the table and rushed out of the café filled with thoughts she was trying to sort out. ' Why was he staring at me? Have we met? Is he the guy in my dream? They sure look very similar. What if it's just my eyes playing tricks on me? He looks around my age too. But gosh, he sure is good looking. Sadly, with that kind of looks he's most likely taken.' Amy laughed at herself ' Amy, Amy, Amy what have gotten into you? Amy shook her head and grinned at herself. You are feeling so confuse right now but you can still notice how good looking he is.'
Amy thought about that guy on the way back to office. She couldn't help thinking about him. Every time she compared his face to the person she dreamt of, she couldn't help but think that he might know about her forgotten history OR even played a part in it. Reaching the building, she walked past Christine who was on her way out to grab a sandwich. 'Amy, guess what? I'm done. Oh, you're back. I wanted to catch you at the café. Lucy saw you there. Oh well I guess I'll just have to get the sandwich myself or do you want to come along? Your boss not back yet, plus I heard that he got into BIG trouble with his wife. I'm guessing that he won't be back anytime soon. So, you coming or not?'
'...'
'Amy? Amy? AMY?????'
What? Huh?'
'Are you coming?'
'Uh? No.'
' Oh well, poor me will just go out me self. Nice friend you are.' Christine sulks sarcastically.
'Yes, nice friend.' At that she walk up the stairs towards her office.
'What's up with her? Christine grumbled, walking off with a huff.
Amy climbed up the stairs dazedly. Every bit of her thoughts still focuses on the guy with black hair. Comparing him to the one from her dream in every ten seconds. She reached for her purse, which was normally at her right, as she reached her door. Only then did she realize, in her hurry to get out of the café, she had accidentally left it in the café. She had been so deep in thoughts that she had not realized it. She turned quickly on her heels wanting to get to the café as soon as possible. That purse was quite precious to her as it was a present from Christine.
Amy ran as fast as she could muttering to herself on all the way there. 'Ooh, bad day. When did my luck get so bad? Uuuh, hate this day. Where did all my luck go? ..................
When she reached the entrance of the café, she dashed into it unaware that some one was exiting the building. 'AAAAAHHHHHHH!' 'CRACK'
Running into the café, she had crash into Christine, who was on her way out. Both had been knocked backwards by the force. Christine was lucky as someone who was on his or her way out caught her. Amy on the other hand, didn't have that much luck. She had fallen flat on the ground and unfortunately fallen in a very weird position.
Finding the situation very embarrassing, she tried to get up quickly. Sadly, she couldn't. Her arm collapsed under her weight while she let out a moan. 'Oh Amy, are you okay? Come on Amy, answer me.'
'I'm fine, it's just my arm, it hurts.'
Amy tried to stand up again, this time with Christine pulling her other hand to lift her up. Amy managed to stand up and as she said thanks she lifted her arm to examine it. Wriggling and twisting that particular arm, she found that her ulna hurts. She turned her arm slightly as there she was shocked, Her bone was in a very weird position and it looks like it was trying to push it's way out of her skin. Blood were flowing out of her hand and at the thought of blood she fainted.
As she fell, she very vaguely heard someone yelled, 'LILY!!!!'
I hope to get a few reviews for this. GOOD or BAD
I thank those who have reviewed. And I hope that more (good or bad) will come it is a great encouragement and with all the pointers here and there, it will definitely improve my writing skills. I'm still very new at this.
***CHAPTER 6***
Amy looked up as a waitress laid her order on the table; she smiled her thanks and started on her meal immediately. As she was draining the last few drops of her lemonade, she suddenly felt tense. She could feel someone's eyes on her head. It was the person she was looking at before her order came. 'Oh no, his friends must have told him that I was looking at him.' She thought panicking.
She felt as though he was learning everything about her, just by staring at her. She felt very uncomfortable but all she could do was wish hard that he would mind his own business and leave her alone. She felt as though he was judging her, just by looking at her. Christine had told her once when she feeling nervous that this was how it felt back in her school days. At that time she had punched her lightly for making her feel worse. Now that she was actually feeling it, it feels bad, really bad. She has no idea what to do. Thinking of her current situation, she sigh 'Gee, I have been out of school for more than ten years now and still I'm feeling this way.. if I ever felt this way in school before.'
'Psst.. Henry' she heard a silent whisper and instinctively her head shot up to find where the voice had come from. She has always had the bad habit of looking for the person whose voice belongs to, especially when it sounded nervous or excited. Basically, she was just one who wanted to know what was going on. She hated that habit cause she was caught staring many times and people got suspicious of her, thinking that she was listening into their conversation.
Her search landed on the table in front of her, the very same table that the guy with black hair who was staring at her sat. He looked at the former registering that he seems to be laughing at the guy sitting next to him. She turned, out of curiosity and there was the guy with the black hair and there he was, staring straight at her. Their eyes met and there she sat stunned. 'Oh, his eyes .. his eyes, they are exactly like those in my dream. He also has a pair of glasses and the way his hair falls, it's the same. No charm or gel ever worked on his hair...now where did that thought come from?' She wondered curiously.
She turned away quickly after realizing that she was still staring at the guy. She fumbled around her purse to look for some cash to pay for her meal. She laid it on the table and rushed out of the café filled with thoughts she was trying to sort out. ' Why was he staring at me? Have we met? Is he the guy in my dream? They sure look very similar. What if it's just my eyes playing tricks on me? He looks around my age too. But gosh, he sure is good looking. Sadly, with that kind of looks he's most likely taken.' Amy laughed at herself ' Amy, Amy, Amy what have gotten into you? Amy shook her head and grinned at herself. You are feeling so confuse right now but you can still notice how good looking he is.'
Amy thought about that guy on the way back to office. She couldn't help thinking about him. Every time she compared his face to the person she dreamt of, she couldn't help but think that he might know about her forgotten history OR even played a part in it. Reaching the building, she walked past Christine who was on her way out to grab a sandwich. 'Amy, guess what? I'm done. Oh, you're back. I wanted to catch you at the café. Lucy saw you there. Oh well I guess I'll just have to get the sandwich myself or do you want to come along? Your boss not back yet, plus I heard that he got into BIG trouble with his wife. I'm guessing that he won't be back anytime soon. So, you coming or not?'
'...'
'Amy? Amy? AMY?????'
What? Huh?'
'Are you coming?'
'Uh? No.'
' Oh well, poor me will just go out me self. Nice friend you are.' Christine sulks sarcastically.
'Yes, nice friend.' At that she walk up the stairs towards her office.
'What's up with her? Christine grumbled, walking off with a huff.
Amy climbed up the stairs dazedly. Every bit of her thoughts still focuses on the guy with black hair. Comparing him to the one from her dream in every ten seconds. She reached for her purse, which was normally at her right, as she reached her door. Only then did she realize, in her hurry to get out of the café, she had accidentally left it in the café. She had been so deep in thoughts that she had not realized it. She turned quickly on her heels wanting to get to the café as soon as possible. That purse was quite precious to her as it was a present from Christine.
Amy ran as fast as she could muttering to herself on all the way there. 'Ooh, bad day. When did my luck get so bad? Uuuh, hate this day. Where did all my luck go? ..................
When she reached the entrance of the café, she dashed into it unaware that some one was exiting the building. 'AAAAAHHHHHHH!' 'CRACK'
Running into the café, she had crash into Christine, who was on her way out. Both had been knocked backwards by the force. Christine was lucky as someone who was on his or her way out caught her. Amy on the other hand, didn't have that much luck. She had fallen flat on the ground and unfortunately fallen in a very weird position.
Finding the situation very embarrassing, she tried to get up quickly. Sadly, she couldn't. Her arm collapsed under her weight while she let out a moan. 'Oh Amy, are you okay? Come on Amy, answer me.'
'I'm fine, it's just my arm, it hurts.'
Amy tried to stand up again, this time with Christine pulling her other hand to lift her up. Amy managed to stand up and as she said thanks she lifted her arm to examine it. Wriggling and twisting that particular arm, she found that her ulna hurts. She turned her arm slightly as there she was shocked, Her bone was in a very weird position and it looks like it was trying to push it's way out of her skin. Blood were flowing out of her hand and at the thought of blood she fainted.
As she fell, she very vaguely heard someone yelled, 'LILY!!!!'
I hope to get a few reviews for this. GOOD or BAD
I thank those who have reviewed. And I hope that more (good or bad) will come it is a great encouragement and with all the pointers here and there, it will definitely improve my writing skills. I'm still very new at this.