Chapter Fifty Five
MismatchedThree-or two-more chapters left!
(Excluding this one)Anyways, I've decided not to enroll this book in the Watty's.
Because after I finish this book, I have to write the sequel for TDTW.
AND AFTER THAT I have to write the sequel for this book.
AND THEN I have another book I want to write at the start of the summer holidays.
And that book is going to remain a mystery and nameless to you because I want to do something like publish THE ENTIRE BOOK in one day and at the end of the summer holidays I'll submit it into the Watty's.
- so yeah, Nattyy---
In silence we drive, my mind wandering back and forth from Kyle to Conrad.
I love you, Kyle said. But my mind forgets about Kyle for a moment and flashed Conrad's face in my mind. I'm in love with you, Conrad said. But then I think about everything Kyle's done. What he told me. All Conrad said was, I'm in love with you. Your not like the other girls. And like that, I kiss him because that sprung something inside me.
So what if he told you he loved you? Kyle says that enough times. What difference does it make if Conrad's a little amorous towards you?
Kyle pulls into my driveway, I turn and lean into him. I kiss him, dreading my thoughts that come into my mind. "Thanks for today, it was amazing." I say as I get out the car.
"Anytime," he replies with a wink.
I force myself to turn around as I close the door, and not slam it with the back of my foot. But my body takes control and I slam the door with my foot. Feeling guilty inside, I rush to the window, but his car wasn't there. I sign of relief, kicking off my shoes and jumping on the couch.
"Melody?" Mum calls out from the kitchen, "is that you?"
"Yes mum," I reply. Mum steps out of the kitchen with an envelope in one hand and a paper in the other. "What's that?" I ask.
"Field trip forms," she says, "it was in the post today."
My eyes widen and I take the paper out of her hand. "A retreat trip?" I say taking in the packing list, I flip over the page looking at the dates. "And it's next week on Tuesday?"
"Apparently," she says shaking her head in disapproval. "The school is so unorganized, a three day field trip in the middle of the second last week of school!"
"Yeah," I say my mind preoccupied. "I'm going to pack."
-THREE DAYS LATER- <- I don't want to have an entire chapter on her packing. You'll get bored.
"Do you have everything?" Mum says for the fiftieth time this morning.
"Yes yes," I say again, "can I go now?"
She unlocks the car, stepping out with me and unlocks the boot, taking out my duffle bag. The bus driver rushes up towards us with Mr Matthew-the eleventh grade trip coordinator- on his heels.
"Name," he instructs looking down at the clipboard in his bulky hands. The bus driver takes my bag from my mum and drags it over to a silver SUV behind the bus. "Name." He says again, looking up at me with his sharp green eyes.
"Melody," I say finally. He scans the list, flipping to the next page.
"Ah," he says marking my name with a check. He wanders off leaving me with my mum. I walk up to her, waving good bye.
"Don't be silly Melody," she grabs me by the arms bringing me in for a hug. I shake out of her grip before I hit her chest.
"Mum," I complain.
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