The week went by in a hectic breeze. Trym passed Marcy fewer and fewer times and soon initiated no conversation. This freaked her out as much as it relieved her. Now she was able to sit back and relax in her classes. With everything simmering down between them—whatever that had been—she could focus on what she'd promised Donald she'd do.
Sometimes she found herself glancing his way or thinking about him. It wasn't obsessive or needy. It was a curiousness that wouldn't die. She found that she wanted to know more about him. She wondered if maybe she'd misread everything. As she reflected she knew there was something underneath how awkward and self-conscious she'd felt. Something that made her see the world as brighter and more alive.
Eventually, she was back into the routine of things. Classes were going well. Her job was sometimes good. On most days. And even though she'd caught a glimpse of the light on the other side, she didn't hunger for it. Things were great for her.
Now if only they'd stay that way.
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The Messy Months [EDITING]
Teen FictionWith a full ride scholarship to the school of her dreams, Marcy plans on making the year her best one yet -- but when her boyfriend is murdered before her very eyes and a crazy stalker is set on destroying her life, will she even make it out alive?
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