Chapter 1
She was looking. Looking straight in my direction as if she had something she'd been longing to say. Maybe she had been writing about me. Who knows ,she wouldn't dare let go of that orange 3 subject long enough to even talk. She also always her grasp upon that phone of her's . If she was talking to the people she said she had it'd be like she's planning her wedding ; Almost always talking to the same person.
If only I knew what she had been talking or writing about. The thoughts and ideas of not knowing drove me crazy . Did I do something wrong perhaps? Did I ruin some made up plan hidden away from me? These things had me wondering , wandering , contemplating & pondering .
Every time she looked I would try to keep calm and just smile or emote some feeling. Every sudden move or sound that I produced a look was made in response. She was making a face or mad expression but just a glare of curiosity. What was I doing that was so important and crucial?
Had she been processing my earlier opinions ?
Did she know?
