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In a Perfect World [3]
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“Dita,” Imogen whined, “you have to tell me what’s wrong! You look so sad!”
“Later,” I said for about the fiftieth time in the past forty five minutes. Throughout Latin, Imogen had been giving me that look again. “Not now. I’ll tell you later Imogen, I promise.”
“Alright,” Imogen said, finally giving up. “I’m so glad it’s lunch! I hate Latin!”
“Me too,” I said half-heartedly. Normally I could go on and on and on about how much I detested that class, but this was no normal day and I was not in my normal cheery mood. I walked up to my locker and twisted the lock to the right, all the way to the left and back to the right and opened my locker. I dumped all of my books in it and slammed my locker shut before any of the books had any chance of tumbling out. I walked over to my blue backpack and pulled out my lunch.
Imogen held out her arm, and I linked my arm with hers and sighed. Imogen looked at me, asking, once again, “What’s wrong? You absolutely have to tell me! Please?”
“Imogen!” I repeated once again, “Later, okay? I promise I’ll tell you… just not now!”
“Okay,” Imogen apologized, “I’m sorry. You just look so sad! If you tell me what’s wrong, then you’ll feel better. Okay?”
“Don’t worry, Imogen. I’ll be fine. I’ll tell you later. I promise,” I said before stopping dead in my tracks. I couldn’t believe what I saw before my eyes, sitting in my lunch spot. “Okay, ew. Why are Myles and Patrick sitting at our lunch spot?! Ew, I can’t sit there.”
I grabbed Imogen’s arm and pulled her to the nearest sunny spot. “Sit with me, please,” I pleaded. “There’s absolutely no way I’m sitting with Myles and Patrick.”
“Umm,” she said, looking over at our usual lunch spot where Allister was sitting.
“Imogen!” I begged, once again. “I don’t care if you want to go sit with your boyfriend! He can come over here if he wants to! I just don’t want to spend my lunch period with those two losers, okay?”
“Okay, okay,” Imogen smiled, “just chill. Take a deep breath.”
I smiled, “I think you mean a deep yoga breath, right?”
Imogen laughed, “For sure!”
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“Okay, spill,” Imogen said. “What’s wrong?”
I looked down the hallway to make sure no one was there. I took a deep breath and leaned back against the blue lockers. Then, I spoke in a hushed tone, recalling the events of the night before.
“Okay, so last night, Masao called me… and… he… kind of… broke… up… with… me…” I said. I felt tears beginning to gather in my eyes and hoped that I wouldn’t cry. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to keep the tears from spilling over.
“What?!” Imogen screeched. “He br---”
“Shhh!” I slapped my hand over Imogen’s mouth. I looked down the hallway, which was, fortunately, still deserted. I whispered, “I don’t want anyone to hear!”
“Oops,” Imogen giggled softly. “Sorry… but I’m just, like, totally shocked. I mean he liked you a lot, and I’m serious… Okay, Dita, what did he say? Tell me everything.”
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really good! kmp |
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