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Impatiently, I tapped my finger on the lightly tinted window of my dads silver Maxima.
My eyes scanned the horizon looking for her to appear. How will I know it is her?
We have never met in person.Is she as nice as she sounds over the phone?
Questions kept flooding into my mind causing my patience to slowly fade away.
In an attempt to calm myself, I tapped my finger faster.
................As time passed, more and more people came pouring out of the building.
A blondish brown hair girl two or three inches shorter than me stopped in the middle of the crowd.
Her eyes traced the parking lot looking for something that didn’t belong there.
Our eyes locked for a split second, and in that instant I knew it was her.
After I flung the car door open, I started sprinting toward her.
My eagerness to meet her blinded me from noticing my untied shoe laces.
They tangled around my feet, causing me to lose my footing.
Automatically my hand shielded my face from the impact of hitting the concrete.
She quickly helped me up. Staring at my face her eyes filled with concern and caring.
................ “Are you all right?” her musical voice chimed in my ears.
I smiled my sheepish smile.
................ “Yeah, I’m fine,” I announced as I brushed off the dirt that clung to my jeans.
Half heartedly I smiled again, mostly to myself.
This friendship is going to last a life time, and a very interesting one as well.
 Aira-Sinco · Thu Sep 27, 2007 @ 01:30pm · 2 Comments |
