As we wearily approached Sarah’s conventional two-story house, with a white-picket fence and a border of faded red and white roses, we ended our discussion and talked about going out for dinner later that evening. Sarah’s father was outside in the garden, gathering up the unwieldy fall leaves and discarding them into a giraffe-like trash bag. I felt very awkward at that moment because I didn’t know if I should kiss Sarah good-bye or just stroll away waving and saying good bye. I unfurled my frigid hands from my oversized brown leather jacket and greeted her father. “Good afternoon Mr. Edwards,” I calmly saluted, shaking his right hand

Now I wanted to crawl into bed like a caterpillar and stay in my cocoon until Sarah got back, but I knew I had to go to Mike’s party. He was one of my closest friends and he would be very disappointed if I didn’t show up. I forced myself to get up and go to the bathroom and took a refreshing hot shower. I got out of the shower, and enveloped the huge red towel around me as I shivered from the cold air that was coming through the window that had been left slightly open on the left corner of my spacious room. I threw on the closest matching shirt and khakis that I could find in my closet and slapped on some gel to keep my messy blond hair from falling into my eyes. I really wasn’t concerned about how I looked, so I grabbed my house keys and my warm cozy sweater and trudged my way four blocks over to Mike’s house.

I was so disheartened that my life seemed like it was over. I lay in bed, staring out the window, and I saw the picture-perfect sky, with a few fluffy white clouds and the sun happily shining. Perfection. I wanted that again.

The penetrating sunlight through the glass windows woke me up with such discomfort, that it forced me to squint while searching my night table for my clock. As I stared at the red digital numerals on the clock, recalling what had happened the previous night, I was hoping it had all been a dream that would disappear. I knew that I had to tell Sarah, even though her heart would be shattered into pieces. I was a very candid person, and I would not be able to deal with my guilt-ridden conscience following me everywhere I went. When was I going to tell her? I didn’t have the phone number of where she was staying, so I just had to wait till she called, but then I realized that I didn’t want to ruin her weekend and put her in an awful mood in front of her family, so I would just have to wait until she returned home on Sunday. I stayed in my room the entire day, laying motionlessly, thinking about what an appalling boyfriend I was. As the guilt crept up my unanimated body like a spider scrambling to her web, the phone rang, alarming me. I reached over to the phone, fumbling over my clock and some school books , and I chokingly answered, “Hello?” “Justin, I’m at home. The plans changed and we just got back . What’s wrong? You sound sick or something.” It was Sarah. My throat tightened up and I felt as if someone was tying a ribbon around my neck and strangling me. “I’m so happy you came back earlier. Listen. I urgently need to talk to you. Please, please come over as soon as you can.” Sarah sounded very concerned and frightened. “Justin, you are scaring me. Tell me now.” “Sarah, please I can’t. I need you to come over. I’ll see you soon okay? Bye.”

The ominous dark clouds that hovered over me like an menacing wasp, sent chills down my spine. I never considered myself to be psychic, but deep inside of me, I just felt as if something was going to go wrong and a fateful situation would take place. I shook off those thoughts like a dog getting rid of his fleas, and I thought about Sarah, who was able to paint a smile on my face even when she wasn’t with me. My love for her was a never-ending carousel.

When I arrived, the house was cramped with people, many of whom I had never even seen before, and the house shook as the techno music blasted on the stereo. I slithered my way through the crowd, searching for Mike. I spotted him in his kitchen, not surprisingly, chugging one beer after the other, while a group of guys and girls from school surrounded him and encouraged his wild behavior. I congratulated him and he tossed me a can of beer. “Dude, where’s your g

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