Dallas places our Dixie cup on the scale and writes down the measurements. I begin mixing our other components together with a stirring rod. "Are you sure about this weekend?" Dallas breaks our focused silence, but I continue working on our lab.
I set down the tool a minute later, "Hmm?"
He scribbles something else down in our notes, "Are you sure you want to go skating? You don't have to if you don't want to. We'll respect that. I'll even stay behind with you."
I turn to him, and stare him down through my safety goggles, "I'm going. Don't worry about me." It's obvious I'm annoying him with my decision, but he's going to have to deal with it. I'm going no matter what. Besides, Dad wants me to try to get out more anyways.
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The Beginning, Middle, but not the End
Teen FictionJodie Sizemore is a normal teenager--she lives in a nice house, goes to a good school, and has a group of loyal friends. However, there are a few inevitable obstacles that seem to prevent her from enjoying her life, also known as Generalized Anxiety...
