Chapter Twenty
Shoot
Then next morning when I got up I went outside for my usual sunrise. But this one wasn't usual. As soon as I got out there, I noticed Jack was standing in my spot. If he is in my spot, he gets what he gets. That is how I thought of it. I quickly shoved him out of my way. "Hey! What was that for?" He asked.
"It's not my fault you were in my spot, now is it?" I replied.
"You nervous?" he asked me.
"About what?" I asked. "Do you know something I don't know?"
"I always know something you don't know." How dare he!!!
I play punched him and he did it back. I was a game, but he could always win. I was a little weak girl, and he was a little strong weirdo. Yes, I know I am so nice. Jk.
Later, I was sitting on a chair talking to Anna Ruth and Taylor on the mirror (man, that sound weird).
"Yeah, I know what you mean," I said. What were we talking about? None of your business. Just because I am posting a large portion of my life on the Internet (which wasn't even invented yet in 1721) doesn't mean I have to tell you everything! Ok, let's move on!
I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. It was Peter. "And is this Peter?" Anna Ruth asked.
"Yes, this is Peter."
"He is hot! Oops did I say that out loud?" Taylor asked.
"Yes," Peter replied although no one was supposed to answer. "It is rather hot out here."
"That is not what she meant Peter. I will explain later," I said looking back again.
"Can I borrow you for a minute Lana?" He asked.
"Sure. Bye guys!" I said turning off the mirror by a little side button.
He pulled me into the rum seller. I am spending a lot of time in there lately. "I need to ask you one more question Lana."
"Ok, shoot," I said not knowing that he didn't know what shoot meant besides with a gun.
"Why would you want me to shoot you?"
"Shoot means go on and ask," I explained.
"Ok. Lana," he knelt down. "Will you marry me?"