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know but I’m just so stuck on my bed I don’t
want to get up anymore. Truth is, I was still dreaming about what
happened to me last night and I just can’t get over with it. I was
thinking about him. Just in the middle of the night, somebody
called you then asked you out and brought to a faraway place just
to share each other for a moment. That’s just spellbinding right? I
know I over react it now but that’s just it. There’s just no other
way to further explain it and I can’t find any words to describe it
as well. And now I don’t know if I’m really happy or I just feel so
light because what has happened to me was really good.
“Hey?” Elizabeth’s voice as she wakes me up
from my silence. Since I sat on my chair she has never heard or has
never seen me talking or moving at all. I’m kind of stuck somewhere
else.
I turned to her and she gave me a ‘what?’
gesture. But then again I just answered her with a little smile. I
didn’t speak at all. I grabbed my attention back and back to what I
was thinking before she disturbed me for a while. I pretended that
I am busy with what I write about what our professor is discussing
about.
After the class, Elizabeth and I went to our
lockers to keep our books safe there. Tom is actually around. We
usually have our lunch after doing it but today I said I will not
join them. “Where are you going?” she asked to me.
I can’t tell her the truth so, “I need to fix
something back to our apartment,” I lied.
“You can do it after,”
“Yeah sure, but I want to do it now,” I
excused.
She gave me a curious look, “Is there
something wrong with you?” she queried next.
“No, I’m good. Don’t worry,” I said last.
Then I kissed her goodbye, “See you later,” I turned around and
continued walking. And yes, I left them puzzled with what I just
did. I know by now Elizabeth is really kind of worried about me,
about what I’m doing at the moment. But I hope she understands. I
am just so lucky to have Tom with us, to accompany her, or else,
I’ll be needing a believable alibi just to convince her that I’ll
be out of her sight for a short while.
I strolled my way back to the point where I
was dropped off, that’s at Lynch Circle. That’s on purpose because
we don’t go there because Elizabeth and I know that Patricia and
Brenda, the recognized plastics in the university hang out there. I
said ‘recognized’ because they’ve been making such huge
achievements when it comes to the field of ‘plastic-ing’. I
mentioned this kind of stuff because once, they spread a rumor
about a junior student who sells herself to a rich businessman
because she always rides on a limousine after school. The rumor
wasn’t proved to be true but the student was asked to leave because
the school didn’t want to be involve in that kind of news and also
they preserve the Christian value they have. Anyway, today is my
lucky day because I heard that they are cheering for their puppet
boyfriends at the football match games so they won’t have the
chance to see me doing such thing like that.
There, a sedan limousine is waiting for me,
“Miss Alabama, please?” greeted the doorman as he approaches and
leads me into the car. I was polite enough to say thank you in
return. Inside, I wondered so I asked where are they taking me and
they said at Dear Clark. Goodness, the beauty house of the Dallas’
well-known Holly Dear! Well, she’s just the version of
stylist-to-the-stars Sally Hershberger. I smiled a little on my
couch. I know what it means, yeah right, make over!
So we stopped at McKinney Avenue, that’s at
Suite 101, and the staff was pleasant enough to carry me inside the
shop. Excitement and nerves started to fill me. I can feel the
presence of the place and it’s inviting me. “So you’re Miss
Alabama?” approached Holly Dear to me. Oh yes, in the flesh. She is
just gorgeous. I gave her a smile as my greetings. Then she looked
at me, “Oh you’re
want to get up anymore. Truth is, I was still dreaming about what
happened to me last night and I just can’t get over with it. I was
thinking about him. Just in the middle of the night, somebody
called you then asked you out and brought to a faraway place just
to share each other for a moment. That’s just spellbinding right? I
know I over react it now but that’s just it. There’s just no other
way to further explain it and I can’t find any words to describe it
as well. And now I don’t know if I’m really happy or I just feel so
light because what has happened to me was really good.
“Hey?” Elizabeth’s voice as she wakes me up
from my silence. Since I sat on my chair she has never heard or has
never seen me talking or moving at all. I’m kind of stuck somewhere
else.
I turned to her and she gave me a ‘what?’
gesture. But then again I just answered her with a little smile. I
didn’t speak at all. I grabbed my attention back and back to what I
was thinking before she disturbed me for a while. I pretended that
I am busy with what I write about what our professor is discussing
about.
After the class, Elizabeth and I went to our
lockers to keep our books safe there. Tom is actually around. We
usually have our lunch after doing it but today I said I will not
join them. “Where are you going?” she asked to me.
I can’t tell her the truth so, “I need to fix
something back to our apartment,” I lied.
“You can do it after,”
“Yeah sure, but I want to do it now,” I
excused.
She gave me a curious look, “Is there
something wrong with you?” she queried next.
“No, I’m good. Don’t worry,” I said last.
Then I kissed her goodbye, “See you later,” I turned around and
continued walking. And yes, I left them puzzled with what I just
did. I know by now Elizabeth is really kind of worried about me,
about what I’m doing at the moment. But I hope she understands. I
am just so lucky to have Tom with us, to accompany her, or else,
I’ll be needing a believable alibi just to convince her that I’ll
be out of her sight for a short while.
I strolled my way back to the point where I
was dropped off, that’s at Lynch Circle. That’s on purpose because
we don’t go there because Elizabeth and I know that Patricia and
Brenda, the recognized plastics in the university hang out there. I
said ‘recognized’ because they’ve been making such huge
achievements when it comes to the field of ‘plastic-ing’. I
mentioned this kind of stuff because once, they spread a rumor
about a junior student who sells herself to a rich businessman
because she always rides on a limousine after school. The rumor
wasn’t proved to be true but the student was asked to leave because
the school didn’t want to be involve in that kind of news and also
they preserve the Christian value they have. Anyway, today is my
lucky day because I heard that they are cheering for their puppet
boyfriends at the football match games so they won’t have the
chance to see me doing such thing like that.
There, a sedan limousine is waiting for me,
“Miss Alabama, please?” greeted the doorman as he approaches and
leads me into the car. I was polite enough to say thank you in
return. Inside, I wondered so I asked where are they taking me and
they said at Dear Clark. Goodness, the beauty house of the Dallas’
well-known Holly Dear! Well, she’s just the version of
stylist-to-the-stars Sally Hershberger. I smiled a little on my
couch. I know what it means, yeah right, make over!
So we stopped at McKinney Avenue, that’s at
Suite 101, and the staff was pleasant enough to carry me inside the
shop. Excitement and nerves started to fill me. I can feel the
presence of the place and it’s inviting me. “So you’re Miss
Alabama?” approached Holly Dear to me. Oh yes, in the flesh. She is
just gorgeous. I gave her a smile as my greetings. Then she looked
at me, “Oh you’re
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