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E N T R Y 7 | anonymous

A N O N Y M O U S

C H A P T E R 7

A P R I L T W E N T Y T H I R D 2 O 1 3

3 : 4 5 am

"You got this heart of stone

I'm never breaking through"

-American Authors

No, I don't decline every party there is.

Just the ones I would prefer not to go to.

Just to prove my point, I went to the Scott party this evening.

There was alcohol.

I did drink some, though.

I guess I drank too much.

I asked Noah to pick me up, but he never showed.

So here I am, on the curb, waiting for someone who'll never show.

Every time I see headlights I stand up and brush the gravel off my dress, trying to look presentable.

But it's not him.

I've had a crush on Noah for a few years now.

We were friends a long time ago, and he did profess his love, but at that time I didn't like him.

Now I do, since he's grown up some.

Well, some being the understatement of the year.

As I see yet another car pass I began to lose hope.

I sit back down on my curb and wait.

The next car is his.

...

He drove me home; the whole way there he just stared at the road.

He'd gotten better at driving since the last time I saw him.

He said goodnight and drove away.

When I opened the door, all the lights were out.

I was careful, that's true.

I went to bed with a little hope, hoping that it wouldn't be like the headlights, a false alarm every time.

Signed,

anonymous.