I stood by my car, looking straight at highway that led me to the post office. Now I was angry. No, I wanted to sit and hide in a corner. My feelings were so mixed I felt sick. I drove home and collapsed on the couch, exhausted. I fell into a terrible sleep, hoping that I'd never awaken. That wish didn't come true. I woke at 9:30 at night. Even though I was still tired, I couldn't get this feeling that I was all wrong. Maybe I should go tell my husband Nathan what had happened. He listens to all my problems. I got up and walked over to his office. It was empty. Maybe he had gone to bed already? He has a hard job at the corn elevator. I walked to my bedroom. Nothing. I dashed to the coat hook, to find his coat not there. Nathan didn't come back from work yet. He usually came home at 5:00, unless he let me know. I checked my phone, loaded with unread messages. Stuff for school, a sale, but no Nathan. My heart sank. I dialed up one of his colleagues, and waited. No answer. I tried several more, but still no answer. I had no idea where he was! I started to panic when I realized he's probably fine. Just forgot to tell me. Ya. That was it. I sighed and sat on the couch for a while till I fell asleep. At 11:30 my phone rang. My eyes were fuzzy, so I didn't bother to look who it was. It was probably just Nathan calling to apologise. I answered and listened. The world slowed down. I dropped the phone and fainted.
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The Change
General FictionTeddie loves her life. She's more on the poor side, but her little house and pony are well loved. Teddie does not like school except for science class, on the other hand, and has a hard time dealing with the facts of being in terrible danger, even...
