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Chapter Eight
Song: Don't Look Down Martin Garrix
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"Wow, it's really sunny." Jesse says while squinting into the sunlight.
"While if you would look away it wouldn't be so sunny." I tease and wrap my coat closer around me.
It is currently 3:01 and Jesse and I are at the park. It's very cold.
After I got let out of the hospital I went home and called Jesse. We rescheduled the date for today. So after the call I began to get ready.... No makeup.
Anyway...
"So," I say, "Now will you tell me why we are in this freezing park with a depressing play set?" I shiver as cold air rushes by.
"Yup!" Jesse spreads out the orange blanket he has been holding on the snow covered ground. Then he reaches into his Hannah Montana bag that he brought and pulled out a red quilt....
"By the angel." I say.
No one has ever done this for me before. And I know that this is fake-
This is fake.
Wow.
Way to mess with my mind Jesse.
Deciding to be a good actress I sit down on the blanket as he wraps the quilt around both of us. "Warm?" He asks and I snuggle close by him.
Just for warmth.
Wrapping his arms around me we just lay there. I hadn't gotten a good night of sleep so I began to fall asleep...
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"What." I gasped. All my friends had left me.... left me for mean girls.
Closing my eyes I take a deep breath in. Opening my eyes water flows down my face. But I put on a happy smile and say, "You know what? It's fine. Just forget about me. I guess I wasn't worth the while."
Just as I'm about to turn Elizabeth hollers, "You're trying to make them feel bad. It won't work virago!" She obviously said something else.
Turning back around I could practically hear my pride shrivel up and die.

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