(this be a fictional story)
I looked at me fist and curled it into a ball trying to remember what happened last night.
I looked at me watch,9:00a.m.
I wonted to go back in time to that some what joyness time....back in time about 12hours ago......I couldn’t stop thinking about her.....Linda......Linda....I couldn’t get he out of my mind. the way ,it seemed, that she need some one to lean agenst, to hold, to cry upon and it felt that she chosen me over anybody else......... here let me retell the story so it all makes seance.
9:45 p.m. , the dance was almost over, and as I was walking tored the soda mashin I spotted her...just standing there.
I walked over to her and said "are you ok?" then it happened, she lend agenst me and I held he by my side not knowing what was wrong.
Linda is a 8th grader and somewhat emo. when ever something might go wrong she would be in a corner crying or just sitting there. I found her , how ever, standing next to the soda mashin.
I was holding her for a wile asking her what was wrong but she never answered. I told her to come sit down with me and she did. as we sat down she but her head on my shoulders. I was stroking her hair and she out her arm around me, and toke my hand in hers. I couldn’t tell if she was crying or not because some times then would be some sundering breaths.
people have come by to see what was wrong and I would tell them that I didn’t know. we did this until she little sister came a long.
they had a small brief fight then Linda ran off. I followed her but by that time the dance was done and the lights were on in the gym. I gave her a hug on last time and she said thank you. I told her that I was going to help clean up and after giving up on trying to find a broom she had when out side and I saw her leave with her dad.
her dad was a portly man with a black shirt on that said something I could not read, he had turned to fast.
I came back in the gym and my mom ask who that was and I said it was a friend.
"what’s her name?" said my mom
"Linda"
"me and your father saw you hugging her and we wonted to know what was going on."
I told them the story and when we got in the car my mom started to , well not in interlay bad about her, say how her and her little sister would get in fights or talk on and on and on but still I like her. no I loved her and from the thing her little sister told me , she had said that she liked me I don’t know if that was true or not, I was willing to be leave that because I loved her. I had bad attempts at my other dates but this one I could hold and care for and vies versa.
I love her and now I cant get her out of my mind. I hope to see her again before Monday. that would make my weekend, school week, and maybe the rest of my life a little better.
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