Just Not Enough. 3

[Dirt]

I love myself. I love everything about me. Maybe that’s a problem. While I waited for him to come pick me up, she walked near me. “What do you mean?” I asked. “What?” The reply came. “The other day you asked me to show you my eyes, and then you sighed and left. But what did you mean?” She looked down and away. At that, I got up and left, walking home. I knew he’d be mad that I wasn’t at school. Maybe that’s why I do it. Feeling a gaze on my back, I turned around. She wasn’t looking at me; in fact she was turned away from me. Maybe I was wrong. Perhaps it meant nothing. She was probably drunk at the time. I felt sorry for even thinking it was anything. He drove by and I got in the car, thinking all the while, “What if?” As we went home he explained in grandiose terms that I have to stay at school until he gets there. I laughed it off, knowing what I was thinking about was far more important that anything he could ever have to say.

[heinzs]

one paragraph at a time... no "instant gratification" here...


I'm still following...

[Dirt]

are you kidding? Course not.

[Debbie]

I'm like Heinz I'm still following this story..