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Chapter 11-Derek

Deciding that last night was fun, (for her, at least) I thought it would be a considerable idea to invite her to do something else.

Thinking of places to go, I remembered a bowling alley that just opened up. Everyone was going there, except, I'm guessing, her because she just stays home all day and cries.

So I thought it would be a splendor idea to invite her there, assuming she , at least, would enjoy it.

There are so many things you can do there. You can go go-cart riding, you can go rock climbing, you can do laser tag, Gravity walk, little-kid-infected-with-disease arcade games, and bowling. There are endless amounts of things to keep you occupied.

To make this straight, I do not enjoy spending time with her. I would rather be out with my friends. This, to me, is a waste of time, but I have to do it for reasons I shouldn't have to mention again.

So, off I go to school to ask her to spend all of my saved money.

"Hey, I've heard of this new bowling alley down the street, have you ever been?" I ask her, already knowing the answer she is going to give to the question. I know exactly how this conversation is going to go.

"Well, actually, no." She responds, surprising me because she usually doesn't use more than two words.

"Would you wanna go with me this weekend?" I say, of course, already knowing the answer.

"Yes." She answers, obviously trying to hide her excitement, her eyes light up every time I ask her out.

Throughout class, she zones out in her own little world, giving me the idea that she is not only excited, she is ecstatic.

She literally doesn't even notice, she just sits there grinning crazily like a little girl who's mom just bought her ice cream. She doesn't even know she's doing it.