The Things We Do For LoveA Story by Winter of '97A short story about falling for your best friendJumping off the bridge probably wasn’t my best plan yet. But hey, it wasn’t exactly my idea anyway. I wasn’t pushed off at gun point or anything, but I had to do it. For a boy. Okay, now you’re probably screaming, “Thalia you idiot!” But you don’t know James. It all started Friday, with an early morning call from Becky. “Hello?” I asked “Thaaaaaalia! Good Morningggg star shine! You will never guess who I just got off the phone to!” “Becky? What, what time is it?” I asked, slightly curious as to why she was awake at this hour. “Time for you to be excited!” She giggled “Guess who just asked me to junior prom?” For a while, I didn’t answer. I knew exactly who it was. And I wasn’t happy about it. “Who?” I asked with a slightly sarcastic note. “J-A-M-E-S! James! The amazing hottie in biology! Can you believe it!?” Although I couldn’t see her, I could tell she would be grinning like a kid in a candy store. “Of course I can believe it! You’re so gorgeous! How could he not ask you!?” That part wasn’t a lie. Becky was the most popular girl in our year, she got what she wanted. Or in this case, who she wanted. She kept ranting for what seemed like a lifetime before she hung up with a “This is the happiest day of my life!” I put the phone down and stared out the open window, across the field, to the light of a torch. James torch. I walked slowly to the door. It swung open just as I was coming down the hall. “Thalia?” Called the voice of an angel “Morning James, finished the milking?” I asked, forcing a fake smile. “Nah, dad took over. Said I was too busy daydreaming to get anything done. Heard from Becky?” He smiled awkwardly and lay down on the couch. © 2012 Winter of '97Author's Note
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2 Reviews Added on March 29, 2012 Last Updated on March 29, 2012 AuthorWinter of '97AboutHey(: I'm fourteen years old and was born in New Zealand(: though im also a British citizen(: I love writing but can never seem to finish anything!! more..Writing
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