The Spoken Truth

Chapter Twelve: The Day We Left

On Monday, I waited and waited for that car to show up, but it never did. I looked around once more for that red Mustang and I walked into the school building. My pace was slow just incase he would show up, but I had been let down, abandoned, hurt. He never told me he was going anywhere and he didn’t look sick on Saturday. I didn’t know what to think at that point I knew that he had held so many secrets from me in the past, but I thought we were over the keeping things from each other phase.

         “Hey, Marcie. How was your weekend?” Kacie said out of nowhere. She startled me.

         “Good, How about yours?”

         “Fine, but I had to help Maggie on her homework. Did you know that she broke up with her boyfriend on Friday?”

         “Yeah bummer, huh?”

         “So what’s goin’ on with you and Clyde?” She started to walk toward our English classroom.

         “I don’t really know…he keeps a lot of things from me and I don’t really know how to handle that.”

         “Oh, well…to start off, I think you should tell him that if you guys are a couple now then he needs to be honest with you.”

         “OK, I’ll try that, but the last time I talked to him I made him a deal; to tell me every thing that is going on and where he is going and stuff like that…I mean I guess I don’t have to know every thing that goes on in his busy life, but I’d like to know most.”

         “Oh, I understand.”

         “Yeah, I just want to know that he’s safe where ever he is.” I stated. I didn’t know if that was to much information or if it was to little. All I knew was that it felt good to talk to someone who I knew was listening.

         “OK, let’s go to English.” She said. I followed her there and sat down next to Derrick.

         “Hey, how was your weekend?” He asked in his fake English accent.

         I laughed and said, “Not bad. How was yours?”

         “Fabulous—“

         “Welcome to English on this spectacular Monday morning!” Mr. Mantra exclaimed. It was a fabulous and spectacular morning and I had been to worried about Clyde to even notice. Maybe I had to ease back once in a while.

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         Even when I got home that afternoon, there was still no cloud in the sky and no site of any rain for the next week or so. Clyde—wherever he was—he was really missing out.

I went up stairs to do some homework when I heard a knock on the door. I knew exactly who it was—the only person who ever knocks on my door is Clyde. I ran down the stairs, opened the door and jumped into Clyde’s arms.

         “Someone’s glad to see me. Why?”

         “Umm…you weren’t at school today…I was worried.” I said looking at the ground.

         “Oh, you probably want to know where I was then, don’t you?”

         “Sort of.”

         “Ok, I went to France; it’s happening.”

         “What?”

         “I went to France.”