Page 240 - The Life of A Teenage Girl (Stories About Finding Your Way)

THE LIFE OF A TEENAGE GIRL

“What? Or maybe you should get a new attitude!”
He snickered, his arms crossed but his gaze soft.

“Anyway, why are you walking on a dark, foggy night?” I asked,

shaking my head.
“I should be asking you the same question.” He slightly tilted his

head.
“Well, I always go for a walk whenever I’m free at night.”

“And I was just coming back from a party at my friend’s house.” He
pointed to the street behind him—Bellbrook Crescent.

“Oh, are you going back home?”

“Yes. Are you? I mean—never mind.” He shook his head, but I
nodded.

“No, it’s fine. I think I should. I feel dizzy anyway.” I touched my

head, feeling the burn.
“You are? Then let me take you.”

Even though I didn’t need help, I don’t think I could walk back
home—it was about seven to nine minutes away, and my whole-body

kind of hurt.
“Okay,” I agreed.

He then carried me and walked to my house. I smiled and was

thankful for his kindness. To be honest, I’d thought of him as a rude
guy, but…

When we reached my house, I got down, and he placed my hand
on his shoulder so I wouldn’t fall. I was still feeling dizzy, but it was

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