What Have I Done?

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I sat there staring at her. She had caught me red handed. Words were flying through my head as I tried to think up a believable excuse. Before I realized what I was doing, I heard myself saying “I’m sorry! I didn’t know what else to do!”. I jumped to my feet and ran. Ran as far away as I could get. The park. I climbed a tree and sat there. I felt a lump in my throat, and then a teardrop rolled down my cheek. Another tear, and another one, and before I knew it, I was crying. Why was I crying? Because I had done the unthinkable, and turned my life into an even bigger mess than it already was. I was crying for quite a long time. Or at least I thought it was a long time. That’s the thing about crying, you never know how long you have been crying for, unless of course you time yourself, but what kind of weirdo would do that? And, I mean its not like you cry for like ten minutes and then your body decides “No! I am losing enough moisture! You have cried for long enough, get over yourself and stop crying!” Nope, I guess that’s not how life works, cause you can cry forever if you wanted to! I mean, I think if you cried for that long, you would look, or at least feel, like a prune, but you get the idea. That is besides the point. I was crying, and that is what was important. So, remember how earlier I said what kind of weirdo would time how long they cried for? Well, I think I found that weirdo, and to make things worse, they weren’t even timing how long they were crying for, they were timing ME! So, here I am up a tree in the middle of a park balling my eyes out, when suddenly something taps my foot, but when I look down, there is nothing there. And that’s when I think “that’s it, I have obviously been crying for so long, that I am now fe...

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...e in silence. But now he had this huge grin on his face. “that’s what you were crying about?” he finally said. “Oh, I knew you wouldn’t understand.” I crossed my arms and pouted. I sat there and watched his lips move as he said “No, I understand, I just thought that she should be the one that cries for over ten minutes. But hey, it’s your life.” I turned away and looked at the ground for a few moments. “hey, I’m hungry, do you want to go grab a bite to eat?” I had decided to drop the topic, and forget about it, but it didn’t seem that I would get away with it that easily. “Fine,” he replied “but we’re not done talking about this. In fact, I think we should talk about this over lunch.” “Awwww, your so annoying!” I shouted as I punched him in the arm. I stood up, and once again offered my hand, and this time he took it. I guess my life wasn’t such a big mess after all.

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