Forty-Five: Dilemmas

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Chapter Forty-Five: Dilemmas

So, when are you and my grandson getting together?

Im telling you to go after my grandson! I went after my love and he was about to get married, so whats holding you back?

She has a kind heart, but I dont think shes supposed to be Trents future child-bearer.

Their hands dont fit properly.

Again and again, Sherrys words circled me, suffocating me as I thought. The words kept swirling around me quicker and quicker. They were cutting my air supply off, constricting me.

All it took was one more sentence.

I could never like a stupid, pathetic, attention whore, who lies on a daily basis.

I tried gasping for air one more time, but I took nothing in. My lungs screamed in agony, thirsting for oxygen. My vision started to fade and I was left in darkness.

Bright. Too bright. I groaned as the sunlight streamed onto my face.

“Oh, shit! She’s getting up! Fly, you fools!” I heard as I regained consciousness.

I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted to the brightness. When I regained my sight, I could see three figures running as fast as they could to the school building. I wasn’t sure, but I think one of them was Martin.

There was a faint ringing coming from the school and I freaked when I realized it was the warning bell. I tried to sit up, but I couldn’t. I was stuck in the all too familiar awkward turtle position.

After five minutes of trying to sit up, I gave up. The bell of classes started had rung a while ago and now I was silently blaming Kurt for this.

He just had to have an early meeting with his college counselor and force me to go to school sleep deprived and nowhere to go since the school hadn’t opened the doors for people without any reason for being there yet.

So now I was stuck on the far corner of the football field, where no one could possibly help me up.

“Stupid Martin,” I muttered, even though I wasn’t sure it was him. What were they doing out here anyways?

I groaned again when I realized I had to explain why I was late.

“Oh, it was because I was taking a nap and got stuck in an awkward turtle position and I didn’t have Life Alert.”

That would go over so well with my dad and the school board.

Staring at the tranquil clouds slowly moving above was agitating me. It was just so calm up there, while I was freaking out about being late to school. Fed up with just lying here, I looked around to see if anything could help me get up.

Looking down, I realized that the only thing near me was a tree and the only way I could get to it is if I rolled down this incline.

I decided to not to think of the bad consequences of rolling down this steep hill, like the chances of me missing the tree and doomed to barrel down the large hill, and impulsively leaned to my right side to initiate the rolling.

Disorientation soon hit me after the fifth or sixth roll. I could barely see straight, let alone focus on getting to the tree. So I was horrified when I felt the tip of my shoe graze something before I rolled further and further down the hill, leaving the tree (well, I think) behind.

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