2. Port Angeles
School. IS TORTURE! I think to myself, do they seriously try and make it that way? Anyways, I go to Angela's locker to meet her so we can go to PA, I wait and wait and wait for half an hour. Then I think to check my phone. 5 texts. All from Angela.
Text 1: Hey i'm sck im so srry 3
Text 2: Jess? Are you mad me?
Text 3: Pls Pls Pls dnt b mad me!
Text 4: Jess, stp being so ovr sensitive.
Text 5: Im srry, call me.
Well that sucks. Just because she's not going doesn't mean I can't have a good time. So I text back saying: No, im not mad u! I'm gonna go to PA by myself.
No what? I'm going to have a good time by my self! Yeah, I can do that!
"Hey, Hey, You, You, I don't like your girlfriend, no way, no way, I think you need a new one! I could be you girlfriend!" I sing to an empty car. Going places alone is kinda nice, no one to criticize the music you listen to, no one to...okay that was about it, but still, I'm going to have a fun time!
I park near the boardwalk and stroll down the overly crowded sidewalk. I mean seriously why does PA have so many tourists? It's not that great! But in spite of this I try to enjoy myself. I go to a few clothing boutiques and a few book stores. Finally when it's getting dark, and my arms are full of shopping bags, I start to walk back to my car.
Wow. I didn't realize how far I strayed from the boardwalk. I'm SO far back, like near the old industrial factories. Then I hear almost inaudible footsteps behind me, I turn around and see nothing. Guess it's just my imagination? Anyways I start walking faster, it's a little after twilight now. I hear the footsteps again, and that's when I yell out "I have pepper spray, Buddy. And I'm not afraid to use it!"
"That won't be necessary" The high soprano voice calls out.