Blaming her father for the last few years, she felt empty while escaping she found herself talking to a boy from Alaska that was strange to her ways.
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As normal high school teenager, Sanders life turns irrational fea...
I can still hear the deafening sound of the ambulance as Catherine is being put on the stretcher. I can't breathe. The comfort that my body cannot feel is at the end of my lungs. I tried to be in order because I might be blamed for being a loser in school.
It looks like my anxiety is going to get me. The doctor advised that this is normal. I still remember him. That's his face. The smell of his perfume. I'm like a skeleton that has lost heart. How I describe it is disgusting. I laughed softly like a madman. I did not attend the psychiatrist yesterday. I don't fail. After I came out of the restroom, I saw Embry. We have known each other for a long time when I moved here.
We have a lot in common. We went to the cafeteria after my P.E class was tiring. But I have to attend because it is a big part of my grades in High School. Storm confided in me. But I wouldn't think he's my cousin because we're not that close.
''Mom said you didn't show up for your psyschotherapy session yesterday.'' Storm stared.
''I did a lot yesterday.''
''What will Sanders do? Listening to music all night? Listen to your own drama? Lock up all day?''
''Stop mocking me. You and my father are just the same.''
I left in front of them and lost my mood. Most of all, I want them to forget that the Top 1 in school, Jago Crosely, is courting me. That's why my name became so popular that before I didn't have anything to do with them.
I know that he has the chance to be the president of that club because of the major votes he gets. She ended up setting us on a date after school, and ask me if I could possibly meet Jago and she thought that I could help by talking to him. I agreed since I never turned down an opportunity to help people. I strictly only wanted to be friends as I thought that was the best way to start any possible relationship, and I'm not really used to meeting people and spending time with them. Isn't supposed to look like a guy insinuating that he would like to sleep with the girl he's with and to insist that he wants to through his implications. He's not supposed to not show any interest in who she is as a person. I supposed to ask him any questions about family, and sports. I don't know.
I've never been of a guy who thought that it was a waste of time answering my questions about him. I've never met anyone who wanted to know what I liked to read, what I liked to do, who didn't make any assumptions about my possibly messaging a ton of guys and sleeping with them. No guy I've ever met on a 'first date' (I'm reluctant to call such a meeting a 'date'; such meetings are what I would like to call 'time-waste') ever sees any human in me.
''I'm just stoic and nervous.'' He mumbled, he sits across my table.
I can see the crinkle of his eyes, the upturn of the corners of his mouth, with baring the teeth. I smiled.
Those initial few minutes are usually pretty awkward. I haven't yet established a rapport, plus we're both still getting ourselves settled. On top of that, I am probably trying to order food or drinks, struggling with what to talk about at the beginning of the date, though, there are plenty of unique to get to know him better.
He told me that he had bad relationships and that his last relationship broke him up a lot. The most nerve-wracking part of going on a date is trying to have an engaging conversation with someone I barely know. I know it can sometimes feel out of control - how can I be aware of body language and still act natural?
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