17. October. 2007.
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"Come on. Let's go." He teases me, yanking somewhat gently on my arm.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"To a place. Come on. It's a fucking surprise. Geez, why you gotta be so stupid and ruin the surprise?"
"It's still a surprise. You have told me where we're going."
"You ruined the surprise of the surprise being a surprise."
"Oh," I utter, my head lowering in shame as opens the passenger seat door for me to enter.
"Yeah," he pauses, looking at me seating in his car, "why are your feet green?"
"I don't wanna play this game, Connor,"
"Damn it, Avrey!" He slams the car door shut, forcing the edge on the inside to collide with my knee.
"Ow," I whisper as I rub my knee to soothe its probably bruised surface. Connor rounds the fender, stomping his feet like a little child to reach the driver’s seat.
I'm starting not to like him anymore. That's why, when he starts the engine and drives out of the neighborhood and down the street, I open the door and let myself land on the concrete pavement as Connor's car gets farther and farther away from me.
My feet stand firmly on the gravel road and I run.
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