“I can’t believe him after the texts, the letter, the flowers. All these months and he just tells me ‘we’ll talk later’”, I told him, feeling absolutely frustrated. I am so damn stupid, thinking this was gonna be something special or whatever. “It isn’t him”, he suddenly spoke but I just rolled my eyes. He doesn’t even know what he’s talking about, the imbisile. “It is, you don’t even know what you’re talking about so shut up”, I cried out, walking forth and back for the hundredth time. “Listen, I do and it isn’t him”, he yelled at me and I stopped walking, angrily turning to him. Can he stop just pissing me off even more? “Oh yeah? And how are you so sure? “Because it’s me” A few hours earlier “Everyone knows what to do before we go in, right?” I asked Ashley and Sophia. Sarah

