Staring Part 2

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The first morning was rough. I was nauseous for a good 3 hours and nearly got sick during breakfast. That was our first stop, breakfast. Of course, guess who found me rather quickly? Yep, Mitchell.

After a long 11 hours of constantly trying not to think about him but miserably failing, it was rather nice to see him again. But then again, when wasn't it.

Our first school-related stop was at Little Round Rock where the first battle of July 1st was between the Confederates and the Union. The view was amazing from above. Clumsy me nearly fell to my death though and yes, my stalker crush saw. Embarrassing!

Almost every stop I was spotted. By the food courts, on statues, exhibits, when I nearly cried in an exhibit, going through metal detectors, holding the doors for 130 or so students.... yeah. He always found me.

Strangely enough though, never once did he say a word to me. But then again it had always been like that. I'd see him or he'd see me and that's as far as it would go. Sure he's warned me that he's shy and has a hard time starting conversations but COME ON! Can't you tell I'm dying to talk to you?!

Sometimes though, I wondered if he purposely would pass me or follow me. Like the 9/11 exhibit. There were at least 5 floors. I can't exactly remember. But we would always end up in the same elevator or check out the same things at once.

Or the mall food court where there once again was 4 or 5 floors. We had around 2 hours to eating and wander this food/shopping mall. The floors were quite unique though and the only wrapped around the outer part or the area. The food court at the very bottom was the only floor and was in the center.

I wandered a lot in those two hours. Most of the time just trying to escape people. But we always managed to end up on the SAME EXACT FLOOR AT THE SAME EXACT TIME. Even when I tried not to be.

This wasn't even the best part of the whole trip though or the most exciting with states and coincidences. Just wait!

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