He was looking at me expectantly. Deep brown eyes that I couldn't seem to turn away from.
"What?" It came out a bit louder than I had meant it to...but he was being infuriating.
"Well I was thinking we could be friends."
Friends? The word made me cringe. Before he could take note, I turned and walked away, weaving through the crowded hall. I was swift, as if I wasn't actually there. And to most of the people in the hall, they would prefer if I wasn't.
That conversation from what seemed like a lifetime ago replayed itself in my head. "She's dead. Summer, your best friend is dead."
I needed to get away, before I hurt yet another person in my life.
But before I could make a true escape, he caught up, tailgating me.
"You didn't answer me."
And still I didn't. So close to the refuge that was my next class.
"Oh, come on, Summer, why not?"
"Because I don't make a very good friend."
"Oh I don't believe that."
Another grimace. Oh, George, if only you knew....
We were just outside the door to my classroom, but it was locked. He had me trapped.
"Why do you even want to be my friend in the first place?"
His response took a moment. "Because you look like the kind of person that needs a friend."
"But you are."
I sighed. My teacher was coming around the corner. My saviour. "Will you stop bugging me if I say yes."
There it was.
The moment you've all been waiting for.
The proof you've all needed.
This is not just a blog where I spew random thoughts like a retro 70's painting. But, as the title generally states, a writer's blog.
Dun, dun, dun!
Aren't you all so proud of me?
Well, don't be. I'll tell the truth, that's the most I've written of this book in the last month-ish. And I've had this scene planned since day 1. Pathetic, yes.
But life tends to get in the way of these things. Strangely, enough.
However, on the front of that other book I finished all that time ago, it is nearly completed it's editing stage. I'm so proud of my A for putting up with my constant questioning. Once that's done (probably in the next few days), I'm doing the agent search and query letter. There is one agent in California that seems very promising to me.
We can dream.
In other news, I would like the thank the 2 people who commented on my last posting. It meant a lot to me. You're awesome. :)
I'd also like to clarify that while it might have seemed specific, it truly was anonymous and multiplied. So for the one who e-mailed me, stop reading this or suffer the consequences.
Hmmm...well, I don't have much else to report at this point so I'll just leave you at that.
When in doubt, strut it out.