The suivant jour at school for Lisa was really confusing for her.
She arrived at school like normal but everywhere she turned she saw gloomy faces. She is concerned that maybe someone has moved, ou got hurt.
She thought about calling Greg and seeing if he knew what was going on. Little did she know he was the problem.
As she walked into class she saw that Greg wasn't in class either. As Class Started Mr. DeFrancesco , Their European History teacher stood in front of the class.
" As toi all might know par now, Our beloved Gregory House is not attending this school anymore and Has moved to New Jersey."
( They were in Michigan, I don't care about the school that much.)
The teacher Continued His class as if everything was normal.
But Nothing was normal For Lisa Cuddy.
She had no clue that her BoyFriend of Years Didn't tell her he was moving.
She didn't her one word her teacher a dit all she did was wait until that cloche, bell rings so she can get out.
As she arrived at her locker at the end of the jour thinking about Greg and nothing else she found a note sticking on her text book in the locker.
It read-
Dear Lisa,
I know that toi had no clue I was moving. And I am Sorry but my cul, ass of a dad Suprised me par telling me we were moving . I Know what toi are thinking.How did he have enough time to Drop this in my locker at night but not come to tell me he was moving? Well That is the thing, I had a Friend Drop this off. I am wishing That One jour we will see each other again. I will try to keep in contact with you. I got a friend to give me a cell phone. Here is the number. Tell Wilson and Carter I a dit bye.
321-857-8250
l’amour ya,
Greg House
par the time she Finished lire the letter she was in tears. Thinking she might not see him anymore...
As her dad picked her up from school he noticed her eyes were red indicating that she had been crying- and hard.
" What's Wrong honey?"
Cuddy hesistated and said," He is gone dad. Gone and I hate him so much for it."
She arrived at school like normal but everywhere she turned she saw gloomy faces. She is concerned that maybe someone has moved, ou got hurt.
She thought about calling Greg and seeing if he knew what was going on. Little did she know he was the problem.
As she walked into class she saw that Greg wasn't in class either. As Class Started Mr. DeFrancesco , Their European History teacher stood in front of the class.
" As toi all might know par now, Our beloved Gregory House is not attending this school anymore and Has moved to New Jersey."
( They were in Michigan, I don't care about the school that much.)
The teacher Continued His class as if everything was normal.
But Nothing was normal For Lisa Cuddy.
She had no clue that her BoyFriend of Years Didn't tell her he was moving.
She didn't her one word her teacher a dit all she did was wait until that cloche, bell rings so she can get out.
As she arrived at her locker at the end of the jour thinking about Greg and nothing else she found a note sticking on her text book in the locker.
It read-
Dear Lisa,
I know that toi had no clue I was moving. And I am Sorry but my cul, ass of a dad Suprised me par telling me we were moving . I Know what toi are thinking.How did he have enough time to Drop this in my locker at night but not come to tell me he was moving? Well That is the thing, I had a Friend Drop this off. I am wishing That One jour we will see each other again. I will try to keep in contact with you. I got a friend to give me a cell phone. Here is the number. Tell Wilson and Carter I a dit bye.
321-857-8250
l’amour ya,
Greg House
par the time she Finished lire the letter she was in tears. Thinking she might not see him anymore...
As her dad picked her up from school he noticed her eyes were red indicating that she had been crying- and hard.
" What's Wrong honey?"
Cuddy hesistated and said," He is gone dad. Gone and I hate him so much for it."
When does l’amour become something we need, rather than something we want? l’amour was seen as something special a long time ago. Now l’amour is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. l’amour is common currency when toi are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older toi get. Do we not care about the substance of what l’amour was and not what it has been made into today par commercialisation from American films and télévision commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience l’amour for real, can we commentaire and judge others who are in Love. l’amour means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of l’amour is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? l’amour is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.