CAL:
I lean against the doorframe, watching as Kayla tears the letter open with shaking fingers. She’s still here in the hospital. I wonder how bad her condition is?
I watch with a small smile as she furrows her brows in confusion at the letter. She turns the blank paper around trying to find the letter.
“I was going to send you a letter. Then I thought it would be better to come see you myself,” I whisper.
She jumps up in shock her eyes immediately locking on mine. A huge, beautiful smile breaks out across her face as she takes me in.
“Cal!” she whispers softly.
“Hey,” I murmur smiling at her.
I cross the room, pulling the plastic chair over to her bedside.
“How are you?” she demands, holding her hand out for mine.
I wince when I take in her heavily bandaged hand.
“I’m fine. Truly fine...” I whisper. “How about you?”
“Third degree burns on my hands and legs. Or at least, that was what I think they were saying,” she sighs.
“Does it hurt?” I ask anxiously.
“Not really. I can’t feel anything on my legs because the damage is pretty bad...my hands...hurt, but they’re getting better,” she mumbles. “How is it that you’re okay?”
I gulp loudly as I relive the first conversation I had when I first woke up a week ago.
***
“Welcome back to the land of the living, son,” dad greets, smoothening out my hair.
I shift on the bed, trying to get up only to be pushed firmly back by dad. “Nope. You’re not allowed to get up for now!”
“What happened?! Where’s Kayla?” I demand.
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Perfectly Imperfect 1
Fiksi RemajaBook One of Perfectly Imperfect. [Opposites attract. Secrets kill.] Opposites attract; the oldest cliché in the book! What happens when it proves true though? What happens when the school's oddball and the golden boy befriend each other? Perhaps pe...
