Her words were almost regretful.The request made me angry. I sat in front of my machine staring at the email. My eyes burned but she would never have ...hose from me again.SHE HAD NO RIGHT!I told her I would think about it. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling thinking about it. I sat in front of my computer and started the story time and again. Each version was not about how I felt that night but how I felt about that night.The story was a carousel.I forced myself to write it one afternoon.. Baad mey pata chala ki boos ne usko sundey interview keliye bulaya tha office mey aur turant final kar diya tha boos ki bhi nazar uspar thi. Dusre din se mey usko patane ke chakkar mey lag gaya. Voh bhi mujhe chup chup ke dekhti thi. Maine apne peon ke through uska number liya aur usko message kiya. Voh message dekh ke uske list mey number check karne lagi ki yeah kiska number hai jaise hi pata chala ki mera number hai voh mere samne dekh ke hasne lagi ohhh god kya hasi thi.Sham ko usne mujhe. "All right Mike let's get down to it. My name is Thomas and I am anAngel." What do you mean you are an angel? Angels are cute babies, or they arebeautiful women. You are a freaking giant, and you are neither cutenor beautiful, just saying," Mike replied with a little bit of a smile.Thomas forcibly answered, "Don't you people read your Bibles? Angelsare warriors. God has sent Angels to protect, to fight. People onearth would call us bad ass warriors. We are getting off subject. Doyou want. But in just a few weeks she would be 14."So," she thought to herself, "Today is the first day of being a High School Freshman. Look the part!" What a waste," her thoughts continued, "The summer isn't over yet and we have to go back to school. There were still 10 days of August. What a waste!" Becky," her mother called. "I hope you are almost ready. You have to leave in 15 minutes to get you to bus stop on time." OK, Mom. I'll be ready."Thinking to herself, she mused, "Hell. I'll be ready in.