Page 13 - The Life of A Teenage Girl (Stories About Finding Your Way)

THAT WASN’T THE PLAN

front of my face. To be honest, I kind of liked it, even though it was a
bit messy and he didn’t really do the braids well. I still appreciated it.

I went downstairs and saw my Mom cleaning the wooden dinner

table. I sat beside Myra, took a slice of bread, and put PB on it.
“Mom, no need to drive me today, I’m walking with Jayson.”

My Mom finally finished cleaning my side of the table.
“Are you sure? What if he doesn’t come, or doesn’t want to

walk?”
That actually made sense, but I know my best friend likes walking,

and his parents barely have time to drive or take him to school. Besides,

we always walk wherever we want to go. He has to walk with me to
school today.

But sometimes he ditches me, though.
I took a bite of my PB bread, “Don’t worry, Mum, I’m sure he’s

going to come by the door, and knock in 5… 4… 3…”
I turned to the door, waiting and hoping Jayson was probably

walking to the porch, and…

“—2…1,” A knock and a familiar voice were heard; everyone
already knew it was Jayson.

I walked to the door quickly, wearing my black Converse, and

opened the door.
“Hey, Jay,” I waved.

Jayson smiled and looked inside to greet my Mom.
“Uh, goodbye, Mrs. Sanchez.”

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