Chapter TwoA Chapter by Dream Catcher“Is it just me, or is it bright and sunny out?” Jen, remarks. Her piercing black eyes peer at my rain boots. “You guys know I wear my rain boots everywhere I go.” I seriously say. It doesn’t matter if it’s that Forth of July, I’m still wearing these damn old rain boots.
“So, Lindsey. Up for a date tonight?” Wil, smiles. I know he’s joking. We’ve been tight since freshman year of high school. I’ll never see him past a friend. We’re sitting in Cafe Mocha. It’s a tiny coffee shop. On Friday nights, you can come here to listen to live music. Tons of fun-not. Jen and Wil get up to get a hot mocha. When they return, Wil complains about how the cashier was digging him. I look to see a grown man behind the counter. “Don’t worry. I gave him your number,” Jen jokingly says to Wil, “Aren’t you eating, Lindsey?” “Not hungry. I need to know what happened to me,” I explain, “Did I fight someone or get mugged? Attacked by an animal even?” “I told you, a squirrel on steroids.” How would I go through life not knowing what happened? I did come home beaten, scraped up. Looking like I saw a ghost. Why can’t I remember what happened? Wil pulls his croissant from his mouth, “Well, you mentioned the name, Mark Crossfield, to me the other day.” Crumbs fall from his mouth. Landing on the coffee table. Mark Crossfield. I’ve mentioned his name here and there. But why on Earth would I ever be “with” him? © 2011 Dream CatcherReviews
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5 Reviews Added on April 17, 2011 Last Updated on April 17, 2011 AuthorDream CatcherAboutI'm seventeen years old. I'm from New Jersey and have hopes to travel some day. I love writing and constantly get story ideas in my mind but fail to ever write them down :( I also enjoy playing chess... more..Writing
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