Please, Don't Strike

Chapter 5

I sat down in my living room loveseat and played with my apron. I work at the nearby bakery, but I got ready early. It is 4:45 and it takes 5 minutes to drive there.

I got into my car and started it. I smiled, thinking about tomorrow. I can't wait for it. I have a friend! I drove to the bakery, and walked in.

"Hello Sweetheart!" Miss P. said. Miss P. is the bakery owner, has been for 15 years.

"Hello," I said as I walked to the kitchen, looking at the orders.

"How was school?" She asked. Miss P. was like a mother to me, and she sorta knew about my parents. I told her they always go to England because my father worked there. So I stayed home alone most of the time.

"Fine, made a new friend and took a test." I said, "Also I ran for 2 and a half miles non-stop."

"A friend you say?" Miss P. said as I handed her a muffin tin and batter.

"Yeah, his name is Quint and he just got here today."

"Oh that is great! Do you like him?"

"What? No! No no no!" I rejected her

"Does he like you?" She asked as she poured the blueberry batter.

"How should I know? I never have had someone like me."

"Oh, you need to learn if he does." She turned to me and winked, leaving to the frezzer.

I pretty much fell onto my bed after work, not even bothering changing my clothes. I was so tired I fell asleep in my uniform, hearing a loud crack of thunder.

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The next morning I woke up sideways on my bed and an uncomfortable knot up against my back. I looked at the clock, and it was 6 o'clock. My school starts at 7 o'clock, so I had time. I undressed from my uniform and took a shower, but I felt a heavy presense. The presense of Quint.

I looked outside of my shower to find he wasn't there. I finished my shower and looked out the nearest window to the front yard. No car. I dressed in nicer clothes than I usually wear. For Quint, of course.

No, just to look nice.

NOT for Quint. YOU. CAN. NOT. LIKE. HIM. Unfortunately my brain didn't comprehend that.

I drove to school in my car, having a newly filled gas tank. I looked around the parking lot and didnt see his car. I hoped he took the bus or I didn't notice his car.

I went to math as normal, then to the library. I waited for him, but the bell rang and I ran to English. English wasn't any better.

Still. Not. There.

But I did feel his presense, like I did in the shower. I looked outside the classroom window to see if he was out there, but no luck.

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It has been 2 weeks since I met Quint. 2 weeks. Today is be the 15th day. I began to think it was a total scam. Maybe some people from another highschool sent him here and played a trick on me. Anyways, I still went on with life, not waiting for him to return. I wrote a poem for/about him in my journal. He will never read it. Not because I don't want him to, because I will never see him again.

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I sat in my house on the 17th day of his departure. A Saturday. The bakery was closed Saturdays, so I just sat in my house. I cooked, cleaned, washed clothes. I couldn't keep my mind off of Quint. It had stormed that morning, clearing up in the afternoon. Then I heard a knock at my door.

I opened the door. I almost regreted it, though.

***AN***

heya! ;-P

So, wrote the chapter... Who do you think is at the door?

Her father?

Miss. P?

A demon?

Anything else?

LIGHTNING AND LEAFING (;-))

-Livi