3 July 2012
I woke up and had the worst headache ever. I groaned and went to the bathroom to take my medication for my burns and some for my head. I gulped them down and looked in the mirror. A girl with black circles under her eyes, snarly hair, chapped lips. This wasn't me, I sighed. I had to let go. I washed my face and put on a a black litttle dress. For Jakes funeral.
As I got there the guy said the prayers and everyone was crying. When it was over I put some red roses by his grave. I saw my manager and walked over to him. "Hey Sara." he said.
" So what did you have to talk to me about?" I said. " it's time Sara." " For fricken what?" I said annoyed, wanting him to stick to the point. " You need a new partner." he said." I walked away right when he said new partner, and before he even finished his speech. I headed back to work and knew I had to go an answer him. I threw some paper work on the table and sipped some my iced coffee. Not bad. I walked into his office. " Okay, maybe I do need to get a new partner," I sat down, "but he won't ever really replace Jake."I said, but eyes darkening. " Okay, um let me see who's up for any new partners. For ten minutes he named off names for a partner. " Too old. " Too young" " Not a fast runner." and more. "Well, there's only one left." he said. I groaned and looked at the file. " I almost smiled. Almost. I looked at the picture. Jason Linkon. Fast runner. Same age as me. Pretty eyes... Dirty blonde hair. I slapped myself and told myself to snap out of it. " This will do." he smiled, and walked out of his office. A smiled spread across my face, to see Jason.
The Forgiven Past Part 4 • Opuss № I