The rest of school had nothing worth mentioning. Dawson had stuff to do at lunch and after school, football or something, but I did not. So at lunch, I ate in the library, which is where I would usually sit during lunch at other schools, and after school, I walked to Misha's house.
The walk was short, shorter than I expected. They gave me a map so I could know where to go, but Misha said he'd give me a phone soon enough.
Or so he says...
The house was pretty easy to find, seeing how it was probably the biggest one on the block. I glanced around the neighborhood, wondering if anyone was watching me or not. I stepped onto the porch and thought about knocking, but I remembered a key that Misha had given me a few days ago. I pushed it into the slot and turned it open. I slowly pushed the door open and looked inside, wondering if I got the house wrong or not...
"Hey Del!" My head turned to the doorway to the kitchen where I saw Misha walk out of. I smiled and stepped in.
"Hi." He smiled.
"How was school?" I shrugged.
"Fine." I mumbled. He raised his eyebrows.
"Did anything happen?" I thought about Kelsey pushing me to make my coffee fall onto the tiled floor in the hallway. I shook my head.
"Nope." He nodded slightly. He suddenly raised one of his eyebrows and smirked.
"Did you meet any boys...?" He asked mischievously. I quickly shook my head as Dawsons face popped into my mind.
"No..." I muttered quickly. He laughed slightly, shaking his head.
"Well, I'm glad you had an overall decent day." I nodded.
"Yeah. Thanks." Without saying another word, I walked towards the stairs, fleeing my way to my room. I stepped down the hallway, when I noticed that my door was open. I remembered that I left it open when I left, but I assumed that Vicki would've closed it...
I walked towards my room and slowly stepped towards the door, when I started to hear a hissing type sound, like paper ripping. I stepped in front of the door and quietly pushed it open, only to see Maison.
Tearing up, one of my books.
As in, my copy of Gone with the Wind.
Page. By. Page.
Do you know the feeling, when someone pisses you off so much, you just lose yourself and flip out? You say stuff you don't mean, and get so angry you just yell until you're completely red in the face? Well, that's what happened.
But I really didn't mean to.
I think.
"MAISON!" I screamed loudly as I bursted into the room. Maison's head flipped towards me as she was tearing out page 128 of my book. I jumped at the book and ripped it from her hands, gawking at the missing pages lying on the ground. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!" She stood up as she watched me kneel onto the ground, gathering all the scattered pages.
I felt tears come to my eyes as I saw the amount of pages on the ground. I didn't want to accept that the book was gone. I just wanted to think that it could be fixed. Maybe? I felt a tear running down my face and my ears burned. I turned to Maison and looked at her in the eyes.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" She stared at me for a moment before her face contorted into a sob. It slowly started to turn red as she hiccuped, running out of the room, yelling to Misha.
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