Different

Chapter 16

Author's Note:

Well my hiatus seems to be over.  Unfortunately now the editting must begin. I'm going to be resculpting earlier chapters to fit my newly inspired story line. I've grown a lot as a writer since the first chapter of this book and I think that is blatantly obvious as I reread this book. I lost motivation in the cliche of this book,  and I honestly cringed for awhile when my friends (who are crazy sucessful on here and I'm so proud of for getting 100k and being the number one book in her section) if I was going to continue. With their huge support I'm back.

(If you're a new reader and don't have to wait centuries for this update then you can go ahead and start the chapter)

Now you may have forgotten something's,  but I tried to write this in a way where it could be easily figured out.  Just a very quick sum up.

Alison Fitz-Protagonist

Cassie and Melonie-Her two best friends

Mason Chapman- The newly less cliche neighbor and partner in AL's flirtationship

Cassie has a boyfriend Melonie is single

Alison lives with her Aunt and workaholic uncle.  She has an older sister that's a junior in college, a younger sister that's a freshmen,  and a younger brother.  Her aunt has two children of her own : Nate,  and Sophia.  Sophia has downs syndrome and Nate has severe brain damage. Okay this recap is getting long and some pieces you don't need particularly for this chapter so here it goes.

"Oh shit, how the hell did you do that?"

We had returned from Thanksgiving break earlier this week and now I lean over into Mason's personal space to get a look at how he stitched the skin like material. After studying the different ways of stitching last class period we have to use the most appropriate technique in different situations. Of course real people wouldn't trust us to test on them, so we used skin like substitutes. "Pull through and flick to the right a little," Mason explains. I retry on mine and come out unsuccessful yet again. It's bothers me how much better he is than me at this naturally, especially when it's such a crucial part in the medical field I hope to go into.

"Maybe you should rethink your life choices," Mason jokes.

"Shut up," I mumbled. He just laughed it off and watches me try again. I feel Mr. Solomon walk behind me watching as I mess up and undo my stitches yet again only more frustrated.

"Ms. Fitz, you're left handed?" he questioned and I nod. "If you wish to stitch with your left hand you would have to flip the lesson. Where Mason would flick to the right, you would for to the left," he explained.

I slowly retried using the new found information with complete success. Mr. Solomon nodded in acceptance before walking away. Off to the side Mason is laughing but trying, and failing, at keeping it silent. "Whatcha laughing at hotshot," I ask. "You," he states bluntly. I don't bother to ask what I did and mumble a few names in his direction.

"Ha got it!" I state triumphantly as I completed the last of the type of stitches. "It's about time," Mason replies earning an elbow into his arm. "Your being a bigger dick today than normal," I tell him. "You're just being more sensitive today."

"I'm not sensitive," I state definitively.

"You probably just need some Midol, don't worry it's a completely natural function Al."

"Oh in that case you're probably PMSing too! You know what they say about bffs cycling together. Don't worry I have plenty of Nicholas Sparks movies and chocolate."

Mason rolled his eyes and chuckled at my comment as we cleaned up our supplies. When the bell rang and we walked out, but I began to part ways, "Where are you going?"