‘STOP TRYING TO CONTROL ME!’ Tears spill over again, ‘I’m NOT! Jesus Christ… FUCK!’ Yells… then quieter… ‘How much is it to ask that...you actually act like my boyfriend? That you actually act like you want to be with me? That you ARE with me.’ ‘I DO.’ pounds a fist against the wall. ‘Stop yelling! Please!’ nothing is said about the fist. ‘Stop CRYING. You know it makes me feel guilty.’ Disbelief. ‘Oh what, I’m supposed to feel bad for being upset enough to cry now? If you would just…’ ‘If I. No problem there. If the past two days had taught me anything, it was that I have no problem thinking about things. My problem's NOT thinking about them.About this time I was called for my second event. The 400 meter freestyle. I wasn't up in the sky this time. I was right there inside my head, watching the guy in the lane next to me pull away. My turns went fine, thanks to the drilling I'd done. I could do those without thinking, without effort. It was just my swimming that sucked. I tried. I. "Seriously, since you learned to appreciate Shakespeare on the fly, if you have any ideas to get it through to some of the kids who aren't getting it, I'd appreciate hearing about them."Sophia thought about that. "Well, the main thing Warren-that's my boyfriend-emphasized to me when I first started reading Shakespeare, was not to get bogged down with the language. He says lots of people get frustrated by this word or that, and miss the poetry and meaning of the play." Good point. Was Taming of. Mum, at the same time, mentioned that she had heard a local couple were looking for a house-keeper. Of course she did mention I never cleaned my room so maybe it wasn’t for me. The thought of working in a supermarket didn’t inspire me. Packing shelves or being a checkout chick seemed boring. So I agreed to talk to this couple. Mr and Mrs Walden were lawyers and had a practise in town. I saw them, they seemed nice and so they said they would get me a trial. Mum and dad were very excited.Bright.
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