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Chapter 9

"Where did I got wrong? I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness. And I would have stayed up with you all night had I known how to save a life." How To Save A Life The Fray

It has been longer than a year. Summer came and went, and so did the school year. Now it is June again, and I am 19. On June, 30 I will be 20, and on July 5 Tim will be 24. Yes I still think about Tim. This past school year has been filled with ups and downs. I mostly focused on school. I went on a few dates, but it wasn’t the same. I did go on a few dates with a really nice guy, I really liked him but it wasn’t the same. We decided to end it. I am still kind of hurt, but I am stronger. Lane and James are still dating, soon to be engaged (but don’t tell Lane.) And then I will be out a roommate. Lane and I still live together, which has been nice and college is great. My dad and his fiancé got married, and a month later I got a half-sister. She got my old room, and my “step-mom” moved in. It seems the only person who isn’t married or engaged in my general circle of people is me. Yep that’s right, Mr. Brown finally got engaged. I have been fine though, I have a 3.7 GPA, because I focused more on school this year, and I took summer classes. My summer classes begin this afternoon. My first class of the summer lasts for three weeks, and it is the basics of advertising within business. I’m really excited. I think I may be able to start putting myself out there again, if I don’t want to be alone I have to quite isolating myself.

So today my new me begins as I walk up the steps to the business building. The campus was quiet, except for a few students going to summer classes. I opened to doors to the building and walked down the long hall to room 129. I walked inside, I didn’t fully look at the front of the room, but instead walked straight ahead of me. I set my bag on the table, the room was half filled and a few more people drifted in. I pulled out my notebook and sat down. I finally looked up. There was an older looking man sitting at a desk looking at his computer in the corner, I assumed him to be the professor. Then there was a semi tall man, much younger, writing something on the chalk board. His back looked familiar, and then he turned around. I immediately knew who it was. It was Tim. My stomach jerked, and for a moment my heart stopped as I stared ahead. He was in jeans, and a white oxford shirt. His hair was as it was a year ago, he was very scruffy, and he looked older and more mature. I guess he was the TA (teacher’s assistant) that the school had hired from a local company that the course outline talked about. So many emotions came flooding back, I wanted to get up and leave but I didn’t. He met my eyes, and smiled the same smile that use to melt my heart before going over and talking to the professor. The professor stood up.

“Good afternoon class, I am Professor Blaire, I won’t be doing many lessons because Mr. Tim Roberts. He is the TA for this class, and will be conducting majority of the lessons. I will now hand it over to Mr. Roberts.” He motioned for Tim to take control of the class, and he sat down in his desk.

“Hey guys, like he said I’m Tim Roberts. I’m 23 almost 24 and I just moved back to St. Louis. I work at Ad Design Co. I got hired at that company when I was 21, almost 22, and fresh out of college with a bachelor’s degree in advertising. I worked there for about a year, and then I accepted an internship at a major company in Chicago. I left, and it went great. I designed and sold ads to major companies. I even had an ad featured in Times Square. I was offered an executive position in New York, but I turned it down. Instead I packed up and came back to St. Louis because part of me was still here, and the truth is I was stupid for leaving.” When he said that he looked straight at me, and I looked down. He finally moved onto the lesson, and I endured the longest class of my life. Once class was over I tried to pack up my things as fast as possible, but as fate would have it I managed to be the last person in there. As I shoved my final notebook into my bag Tim ran up the stairs in the classroom to me.