I looked down, my heart pounding.
It was him –the one I’ve spent whole classes daydreaming about -standing here in this bookstore, talking to me.
I cursed myself for the imperfect, chipped polish on one toe.
Trying to show calm I did not feel, I turned my gaze up.
He spoke:
“Do you know Hannah?”
(From Mr. Know It All, who posts the challenge every week here. )
Oh, I can so relate. I had a parallel experience in high school when my heartthrob, the drop-dead-gorgeous guy I yearned for, finally called me. And asked for my best friend's phone number. It scarred me for life.
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Excellent Job on the story Michael.
Thanks for playing and visiting me.Please try and remember to get yours up earlier, then lots more folks will visit your 55.
Hope to see you next Friday.
Have a Kick Ass Week-End...G