White. White is all I see. Everything smells sterilized and clean. Where did Ryan go? He was here a second ago.
"Good news, miss Foley," the doctor says as he walks into the waiting room. "Your x-Ray shows that there is nothing severely wrong with your leg. It is only a major sprain. It will be better within a few days of resting."
"Thanks." I say, before he leaves.
"Are you ok?" I hear Ryan's voice from behind me ask.
"You took your time getting coffee!" I scold.
"Sorry, there was a line. So are you?"
"Yeah, the doctor said it was just a sprain."
He sighs a sigh of relief. It sounds quite pathetic that we went through all of this just for a sprain. When I was chasing Ryan down the stairs my foot went through a weak floor board. He heard me scream and came back up the stairs to help me. I guess he wasn't trying to hold me hostage down there after all.
We leave the hospital and I walk with him to his car. My parents will be here to pick me up any minute now. I can't understand Ryan, I just can't justify his mood swings.
"Look, I'm sorry if I upset you." I say.
"Don't be. You didn't upset me. I was talking to you for a while before I realized that you were, well you."
"Do you not like me?" I say, kind of sadly. Why wouldn't he like me? there's nothing wrong with me, apart from the fact I'm a mean, popular, Pom Pom waving bitch.
"Girls like you don't bother with guys like me. You shouldn't waste your time." He says as he continues walking.
"Ryan, I-" I trail off. I don't wen know what I'm trying to achieve.
"Let's just go back to school. if we leave now we'll make it in time for last period." Ryan says. He really is a fast walker. maybe he's trying to get away from me.
" I want you to show me that place. The one we were running down the stairs of." I demand, slightly childlike. At firt I think that he's ignoring me because he does not respond
"We'll see." he says mysteriously as he got into his car. "Give it time."
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The Rotation
Ficção Adolescente"And what are you feeling now?" I ask, timidly. "At this very moment? I am in regret." "Regret of what?" "Of this" Imagine if you could change who you are every four years. All of your mistakes and regrets would disappear, you were a new pers...
