July 30A Chapter by CalypsoJuly 30 Jamie
saw me before I could see her. I could tell by now she was becoming suspicious
of me. “You must
spend a lot of time volunteering.” She said it innocently, but I knew she was
on a bigger mission. I had just
finished reading the latest Seventeen. I wasn’t trying to catch up on
the latest fashion; I was trying to ignore Jamie as long I could. I placed
the magazine into a cardboard box by my feet “Not really.” “Oh,”
Janie’s face went blank “But why are you here?” My looked
Jamie right in the eye and said, “I’m a patient. I have bulimia.” Her
eyebrows rose quickly. I could tell she was looking for the right words to say.
As she thought he jaws moved up and down. It was almost like she was chewing on
her words. “I’m
sorry.” She said it with a measure of false sympathy. There was a bit of a
question in her voice. I stepped
away from her and to computer. Jamie didn’t want to fallow instead she went off
to the same boy she read Harry Potter to. I went on
Facebook and talked to Abigail. I was mostly trying to get Jamie out of my
mind. It wasn’t until I knocked the mouse off and I lollopped off did come face to face with her. “I’m sorry,” She said shyly. “Oh really.” I started sarcastically “I’m glad to know you’re sorry.” Jamie looked crestfallen “I’m sorry if I said anything…” I shook my head. I knew I was just taking out my anger out on her. She is one of those teens whose family is perfect and has never had to deal with the things I’ve gone threw. I have always been jealous towards the teens at my church. I know most of them and have been going to church with them since we were in diapers. I’ve had many problems while their lives are so prefect. They are spoiled beyond measure too. I didn’t know what to say to Jamie but I felt like trash all of the sudden. Maybe ‘I’m sorry’ will appease her. By the time I had decided what I would say Jamie was gone and I was left with my guilt. I had a huge wave of nausea that didn’t leave until I puked into the floor. Janna looked like she wasn’t sure if I was sick or I meant for it to happen. I told her I was sick; she brought me a mini can of ginger ale. I still fell like trash. Jamie went on with her volunteering and I felt smaller and more immature as time passed. I wasn’t sure if I should say anything.© 2011 CalypsoReviews
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7 Reviews Added on January 24, 2011 Last Updated on January 24, 2011 AuthorCalypsoWVAboutI'm a full time college student, part time worker. I'm two years away from my bsw! In my free time I read, write and sim. Check out my tumblr blogs some time. http://emmy-1127.tumblr.com/ more..Writing
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