Martha and I sipped our milkshakes awkardly. We had nothing to say to each other. I guess everything's not going back the way it was. I kept glancing down at my watch, my you-know-who's trial is in half an hour.
"Ummm, Stacey. I have something to say." My attention emmedietly snapped up to Martha. "Listen, I didn't have the courage to this over the phone so, I'm just gonna say it. I. Don't. Think we should be freinds anymore." I nearly choked on my milkshake.
"What?" I whispered hoarsely, my heart at my toes.
"Things just aren't the same. And they're not going back to the same." She stood up to leave, regret pouring out of her eyes. "I just, I'm sorry." And she left me there, dumb founded.
*fiffteen minuetes later*
I didn't know what to say. I slowly dialed the number.
"Hello?" His voice is still as soothing as the day it all started.
"Josh. It's Stacey. Listen I- -"
"Hey Stacey! So I was thinking we could go to that new Itailan restaurant down town."
"No Josh. I want to be alone for the rest of the day. Please." I think he said okay, but I had just hung up. I turned my tear drowning eyes up to the ceiling. I hated him even more now.
"Stacey. Let's go." Grandma's voice was stern and full of command. I did not know where we were going. But I nodded. Grandma didn't say anything to me until we were half way to the court house.
"It's time to give your father what he deserves." I stared at her so confused. That's when I relized where we were going. And what she meant.
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When I Forgave
Novela JuvenilStacey Dowes is traing as a runner to go to the olympics. Her dream is snatched away when a drunk driver hits her, and her legs must be amputated.
