I unlock the small door and slip the letter out of the slot. No one else mails me anything.Īll of a sudden all the fear and insecurity I’ve fought over the past couple of days slams into me and my hands begin to shake. My hand pulls at the ends of my hair, creating a little pain. I stop breathing when I notice an envelope in the slot. Unfortunately, some high school crap doesn’t get left behind. Two I like, but one’s a gossip who I hate. I enter my dorm and wave at a few girls hanging out in the lobby as I head to the mailboxes. Then Sunday, if there’s still nothing from Lincoln.I’ll call his home phone. Homework tomorrow, then Bryant’s game, kidnapping Melanie if I have to. I shove my cell into the back pocket of my shorts and head to the dorms. If everything is going to hell for me and Lincoln, at least he gave me a great memory and lesson to hold on to forever: I’m strong and I’m going to stay strong. Maybe Melanie would feel better if she could pop a couple of paintballs into her fear.Ī welcome wind blows through the trees, and I wipe at the sweat forming on my forehead. I sort of wish I had a paintball gun in my dorm room. Yeah, there’s excitement, but there’s fear of the unknown, too. Each and every smile is forced and faked. Almost everyone on campus feels scared and alone when they move into the dorms. Melanie doesn’t see it, and I was also oblivious until I made the decision to stay.
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