little saddened when class ended, even though I had no reason to be. I found that I kind of liked her company even if she wasn’t talking to me. She had this calming sense to her that kind of helped me to relax, which is normally very difficult for me to do.
I just need to make up my mind about what I want to do . Also if Stephanie fits into my plans somewhere, how would she? I feel so different when I’m around her, I feel like I can be myself. But didn’t I want to avoid showing emotion, to stop being who I once was. Is she really worth the risk of getting hurt again?
I walked to my locker and packed up to get going, I wanted to get out of there as quickly as I possibly could. Things were just really complicated and I was so confused with my feelings and my thoughts . I had to get away and think things through.
Then I remembered that I still had to get that charm checked-out at the jewellers . Okay, so I would get the charm checked first then I will go sort out my thoughts. I walked out of the school and started to head to my bike. But I was interrupted in my haste to get away when I saw Haley leaning against my bike. She was trying to look sexy on the bike by leaning forward on it, but to me it just looked like she was trying too hard. I stopped when I was right in front of her and crossed my arms.
She looked up at me like she wasn’t doing anything wrong, like what she was doing was natural. This, for her, probably was natural…and normal. But I thought it was plain gross for a girl to do that. Was she trying to see if I would bed her? If she is , she’s crazier then what I’d first thought.
“Get off my bike,” I told Haley, trying to put a tone of displeasure in my voice.
She looked up at me and revved the engine, and then she said, “Why don’t we go for a ride, just the two of us.”
I leaned down to her face, and she closed her eyes. She had mistaken my motives, she thought I was going to kiss her, but instead I grabbed her by the jacket and pulled her off my bike. I dropped her on to the sidewalk and got on my bike. And just before I drove off I saw Stephanie crack a small smile while her friends stood and stared at me. Before I could stop myself I smiled back. Although I don’t know if what I did could be classified as a smile, but Stephanie got the picture and nodded before heading off in the other direction.
I drove to the jewellers to get the charm appraised. When I walked into the store I didn’t see anyone around. But then I heard a noise coming from the back of the store and an old man came out of a door that led to, what I think is, the storage room. He was bent over and I could see that his hair was almost all white, except for a small strip of grey going down the centre of his head.
He looked up at me and smiled, and I was surprised to see that he had all of his teeth. He walked using a cane and he had on big eye glasses that made his eyes look small. The old man was dressed in a black suit, with a blue tie that complemented his eyes.
“Hello, how may I help you?” the old man asked .
“I got this as a gift and I was wondering if you would know what the material is and where it was made?” I enquired, as I held up the necklace. The old man took the necklace in his hands and turned the charm over. He grabbed a magnifying glass from his pocket and looked at the charm more closely. The old man turned it over again and was nodding.
“This is a rare find,” the old man murmured. “It’s made out of pure white gold and the etchings on it say ‘secret music, secret box’ over and over in a variety of languages. A young woman had come in and asked me to make it a few years ago.”
I went in to my wallet and found a picture of my mom when she was younger with some of her friends. The picture was a bit bent from being stuffed in to small compartments from a few years, but you could still see the faces. “Did she look like this?” I asked, pointing to my mom in the
I just need to make up my mind about what I want to do . Also if Stephanie fits into my plans somewhere, how would she? I feel so different when I’m around her, I feel like I can be myself. But didn’t I want to avoid showing emotion, to stop being who I once was. Is she really worth the risk of getting hurt again?
I walked to my locker and packed up to get going, I wanted to get out of there as quickly as I possibly could. Things were just really complicated and I was so confused with my feelings and my thoughts . I had to get away and think things through.
Then I remembered that I still had to get that charm checked-out at the jewellers . Okay, so I would get the charm checked first then I will go sort out my thoughts. I walked out of the school and started to head to my bike. But I was interrupted in my haste to get away when I saw Haley leaning against my bike. She was trying to look sexy on the bike by leaning forward on it, but to me it just looked like she was trying too hard. I stopped when I was right in front of her and crossed my arms.
She looked up at me like she wasn’t doing anything wrong, like what she was doing was natural. This, for her, probably was natural…and normal. But I thought it was plain gross for a girl to do that. Was she trying to see if I would bed her? If she is , she’s crazier then what I’d first thought.
“Get off my bike,” I told Haley, trying to put a tone of displeasure in my voice.
She looked up at me and revved the engine, and then she said, “Why don’t we go for a ride, just the two of us.”
I leaned down to her face, and she closed her eyes. She had mistaken my motives, she thought I was going to kiss her, but instead I grabbed her by the jacket and pulled her off my bike. I dropped her on to the sidewalk and got on my bike. And just before I drove off I saw Stephanie crack a small smile while her friends stood and stared at me. Before I could stop myself I smiled back. Although I don’t know if what I did could be classified as a smile, but Stephanie got the picture and nodded before heading off in the other direction.
I drove to the jewellers to get the charm appraised. When I walked into the store I didn’t see anyone around. But then I heard a noise coming from the back of the store and an old man came out of a door that led to, what I think is, the storage room. He was bent over and I could see that his hair was almost all white, except for a small strip of grey going down the centre of his head.
He looked up at me and smiled, and I was surprised to see that he had all of his teeth. He walked using a cane and he had on big eye glasses that made his eyes look small. The old man was dressed in a black suit, with a blue tie that complemented his eyes.
“Hello, how may I help you?” the old man asked .
“I got this as a gift and I was wondering if you would know what the material is and where it was made?” I enquired, as I held up the necklace. The old man took the necklace in his hands and turned the charm over. He grabbed a magnifying glass from his pocket and looked at the charm more closely. The old man turned it over again and was nodding.
“This is a rare find,” the old man murmured. “It’s made out of pure white gold and the etchings on it say ‘secret music, secret box’ over and over in a variety of languages. A young woman had come in and asked me to make it a few years ago.”
I went in to my wallet and found a picture of my mom when she was younger with some of her friends. The picture was a bit bent from being stuffed in to small compartments from a few years, but you could still see the faces. “Did she look like this?” I asked, pointing to my mom in the
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