My Elementary School Crush, Morgan And Alana Martin [best books to read all time .txt] 📗

you tomorrow." Then, he hung up.
With that being said, I hung the phone up as well, and got into bed. I did not cry, or get mad, or sad. I just sat there.
The next day, as I entered the classroom everyone was extremely quiet. I looked over at Dylan only to see that his eyes did not return my invitation to look. My heart ached and hurt. At lunch, at the very quiet and isolated end of the table, I sat. chewing and chewing until my food was liquid in my mouth. Dylan failed to get me to talk.
" Hey, Kathy Kat! I um... wanted to talk, about... Last night..." Dylan tried to get the most awkward words out of his mouth. they didn't flow as I thought they were going to in my fantasized and sick mind. That's right Sick. Love sick. I was drowning in a puddle of love in hell. Were all the other 3rd grade girls that are sick with the love influenza go.
" Did you just call me, Kathy Kat???" I blurted out. Out of all my thoughts and emotions that flooded through out my brain, it found the words for that.
"Yeah, I thought you could have a nickname. I mean you called me Dyl. Like the Pickle. you know!" He tried and tried but it wasn't worth it. I packed my lunch and sat in the corner of the lunch room where no one sat. the place that the spiders roamed.
" Kathy Kat, only Daddy called me that!! How does he know about that?!" I ventured on a quest in my imagination. I was the Princess and there was a dragon. Just like any regular story, right? Wrong. It was a sick and twisted version where everyone dies because of the Princess actions. I tried and tried to shut down. Stop this Day dream but it didn't have and over ride combination. That night Dylan Called. As the phone rang, i hesitated. As I picked up the Phone, I grabbed the note.

I couldn't get my hand to grab the phone fast enough it seemed. I slowly picked the phone up and whispered into it, as though it were top secret information.
" Hey Katheryn, Ummm.... This is Dylan." He sounded ask though he was crying or.... hurt or, just maybe he was merely having a hard time with the words.
" Hey Dylan, Whats up?" I tried to sound as though i were totally emotionless. Like i was drain by a vacuum of emotions. He bought it.
" I wanted to say I am SO sorry!" He said. " I hung up on you the other night is because me and Merilyn are going out now.......... Are you there? are you O.K?"
With that tiny bit of information i slammed the phone down and cried. My mother eventually came upstairs because i was so quiet. She came and put me in her lap. The last time she hugged, or comforted me like this is when we found out that Daddy died. I say cradled in her arms. my head rested in the crook of her neck and i was in a small, ball in her arms. Finally after a while she broke the silence. the peace.
" What happened, Baby girl?" Momma tried to get me to talk.
But i couldn't. I should, but i can't. Marilyn

Chapter 6
I woke up the next morning. I smelled toast and jam. I Hopped out of bed. I was super Happy for some reason. I walked down stairs and met my mother. She helped me get ready. i ate breakfast and not once did momma say a word... quite strange.

I Got onto the bus and sat by Marilyn. She looked at me as though i were some foreign bug that she wanted to swat away, because she though it wanted to inject venom in her.
Then it hit me. Last night, the conversation with Dylan. Marilyn. MARILYN!!!!!
" How dare you!" I said. She looked back at me bewildered and that is the end of a friendship that lasted 5 years. It was a shame to see this happen. It is as if all this hard work was just thrown out to be destroyed. No point, no purpose. Just there to be there. That is all she is. She was just this thing that walked, talked and applied to much lipgloss.  

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Publication Date: 04-08-2012

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