Save me, save me, save me, SAVE ME!
Why!? Out of everyone in the sixth grade, he picks Jorge!? Why not Leslie, or Milky, or, or- whatever! Anyone, but him!
Screw, screw, screw this ____!
He climbs up hastily. I hang tightly onto the rope.
Oh lord, please watch over me, and please let Jorge bail.
I look down. Miguel is burning with anger. Is he jealous? Whoa, calm down Romeo!
I walk on the planks shakily.
I'm pretty sure you already noticed, but I'm scared of heights. And spiders, and centipedes. Anything that has more than six legs. Or four.
I grip the rope until my knuckles are white. I finally made it to the end, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"You still have the tightrope to walk!" Called Mr. Matt.
"Gee, thanks!" I called out, sarcastically.
He laughed.
Jorge stared at me. His eyes were begging for help.
I look down at Miguel. He was shaking his head furiously. After what Jorge did to my heart, last semester, I couldn't forgive him.
So, what's the right thing to do?
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Uneasy (Book 1)
Random[COMPLETED] Things are happening that are not supposed to be happening. People getting together with the person that they don't belong with. Others are failing when they're supposed to be passing. What's going on?
