jreed1294
Everything is better now that you aren't here. I can think on my own. I understand my own thoughts. I don't need your interpretation. But sometimes when it is late and I am alone, I wonder if you'll ever come back again.
I smack my lips together and attempt to remove the dry yet sticky feeling from their surface. My friend, Isabelle looks over at me from across the classroom with disgust. She gives me a purposeful stare and motions with her hands for me to stop. I turn to my side and notice that Lyle is looking at me.