Make It Worth It

Chapter 8

I'd managed to fall asleep and still wake back up before Angela woke up. Good, I thought. Don't need another freak out.

I felt guilty after thinking that. Should I really be mad at Angela for caring about me? She's only trying to help me. But it's always easier to say it than to believe it.

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As she flicked her hair up, and stretched her arms out, I stared anxiously at her.

"Good morning, beautiful." I chimed. The same line, the same way, with my same old smirk. She hears it every morning and that's what she should always hear.

"Morning poo head."

"Aw, c'mon now that's not nice!"

"Neither is the word 'nice'," She replied immediately, "Have I ever told about my experiences in year 2?"

"That's the year you did nothing but that one play... Uhm... what was it again?"

"The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe," She rolled her eyes, I always forget that play, why do I always forget it? "But yes, that year. That was also the year my entire class was restricted from using the word nice. 'It's too vague," My teacher would say, or "There's so many better, descriptive words, than that nasty word." It's like the word nice made her want to puke up her insides, I really didn't understand it, but anyhow, the whole of year 2, I had to carry around a huge theasurus I made my mummy buy me and anytime I wanted to use the word 'nice' I had to look up, very quickly, and search for a synonym. And that's stuck with me for all this time. Never use the word nice, 'There's so many more words you can use.'"

"Well that's interesting." I really wasn't into all of her storytelling today, but I would never tell her that. "Sounds like your teacher had a ni-... I mean, it sounds like your teacher had a productive way of teaching."

"You like to irritate me, don't you?"

"IRRITATE YOU? WHY I WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING. NEVER IN MY LIFE, MY LOVE." I spread my arms out and flung myself from where I was sitting onto the pull out couch across the room.

"OH MY GOD, GET OFF OF ME!" She screeched, "YOU ARE THE WORST! NO STOP THAT RIGHT NOW." In my mind, it didn't matter if she was complaining, she was still smiling and I knew she was having fun. I'd go through anything just to see that smile, it's my own prescription of anti-depresants.

We fell onto the bed, and that's when it started.

The light gentle rain began to fall, augmenting to the already marvelous day. As Angela and I lay on the bed, I noticed the rain was getting extremely bad -- and it was unusually fast.