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"You've got nothing to worry about, Niki."
I could have slapped her. But, Anna never knows what's going on. Its easy to give excuses to girls like Jenny, with her head full of air and all. It wasn't just her, nobody knew. How could anyone know? I never told them. This was my secret and my burden to bare. I would just laugh off their comments about my strange behaviors and topsy-turvy schedule.
"Niki!"
"Anna, I'm over here."
"What are you doing? You missed the craziest game," she paused trying to gage my lack of interest "anyways, din is on and we are all starvin'."
"Yeh, my toes are all raisins, so dinner sounds good."
I picked up my shoes and followed Anna. The katydids broke out in song as we climbed the hill back to the clearing. It was a sad tune. I regretted coming along on this adventure when I saw my best friends lined along picnic tables laughing, eating and living. I was dead inside and they could no longer help me.
It started out so nicely with the barbecue floating on the breeze, but then at the end it turned dour. More barbecue please.
ReplyDeleteBut I like it. Very nice.
Thanks for the comment, Clifford!
ReplyDeleteI tend to lean towards the darker, I'm not really sure how much content I would get out of a barbecue story, but it is inspiration for a poem. :)
The story will continue, but I do not have time to post the next part today. Sorry.