I'm running through a field, Jesse on my heels. He grabs my hand, and leans in for a kiss, but then he slowly disappears into the darkness. I fall down, heartbroken.
I wake up to my very annoying ringtone going off. I pick it up looking at the caller ID, when I notice there is still wet tears on my cheeks. I wipe them off, and answer the phone.
"Ugh, hello?" I speak groggily. I sit up on my bed, my eyes closed.
"Hey, I'm mad at you! Why would you pick him over me, huh? Am I not good enough for you? You gotta problem with me?" The drunk person slurred.
"Bryson? Are you drunk?" I ask in an alert tone.
"Yeah, what are you going to do about it? We're not together, remember?" He slurred.
"Where are you? I'm coming to get you!" I say, getting up from my bed.
"Re-lax! I'm at my house. I don't need you anymore!" Even though we're not together, that one sentence kinda hurt me. I shake it off, though.
"So, then, why did you call me at two AM?" I asked confused.
"To tell you that I'm finally over you. Bye," he hangs up, leaving me stunned. Okay, then. I set the phone back on my nightstand and lie back down.
I laugh at how he put that. "To tell you that I'm finally over you. Bye." I laugh again. I stare up at the ceiling and see all the patterns I found a few years ago. The star, the snowflake, the smiley face, they're all still there. Which is miraculous. After all these years, everything is still there, exactly how I found it. If only my life was that stable... No. I need to stop thinking these negative things. I need to change who I am and become the strong, independent, optimistic woman I know I can be.
I close my eyes and try to go to sleep when I hear my text tone go off. Groaning, I check my phone and see it's Claire.
Claire is a girl on the schools softball team. She is a freshman, but she's a pretty good hitter. She bats .628. Not that I know all the girls batting averages or anything.
I open my phone to look at the text, which asked of we had practice tomorrow- I mean today.
Let's see. Its Saturday. We normally don't have practices on Saturdays. So I'm guessing we don't.
I typed the word 'no' and sent it, hoping for her not to reply back.
When she doesn't for the next five minutes, I smile and close my eyes again. But guess what? Of course, after I get comfortable and almost on the wonderful world of dream land, I hear my text tone go off. But this time, I decide to ignore it.
Finally, after what felt like forever(but was really just ten minutes) I found my comfy spot and fell asleep. But only to fall asleep to Jesse and me running through a field...
Ugh, I'm FINALLY out of a writer's block. I hope you forgive me and like this chapter. Haha, well goodnight❤ beautiful people:)
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The Softballer *Discontinued*
Teen Fiction12 year old Samantha Rassi, a pretty blonde that has found a passion in softball. She has found the reason she was put on this Earth. Her crush, Bryson, even secretly has a crush on her, too. Her best friends, Isabella Fright and Skylar Heathings...