Chapter 7 – First jour of March
The suivant jour was a Monday, and it was also the first jour of March. Anastasia had a good feeling about her birthday month, and hoped for it to be amazing.
In the morning, she wanted Ginny to say hi to Daniel again. When he was about to walk par them, she whispered, “He’s coming!”
Ginny, and Patricia who was there too, turned and looked at Daniel. For some reason, Anastasia lingered behind her friends, feeling somewhat timid. But, if Ginny a dit hi, she would too, like she had planned of doing before.
When she noticed they weren’t saying anything, she hissed, “Say hi!”
“He’s walking with Peter!” Ginny whispered back.
Ginny moved out of the way and saw that her friend was right. Daniel was walking and talking with another friend of his. He wouldn’t be able to hear her, and if he did, they would grab Peter’s attention too, and they did not need that. Anastasia sighed. It was another failed day.
At lunch, she put down her stuff at the table. When she approached the table, one of the boys who sat there named Robert, asked her, “Hey, did toi say hi to that guy this morning?”
Everybody who sat at the table, tableau knew about her situation, so Anastasia wasn’t surprised at his query.
“No,” she replied shamefully. “He was walking with his friend, and I couldn’t say anything.”
“Is this about that guy toi like?” Another boy who sat there, named Michael, questioned.
“Yes,” Anastasia answered.
She was about to start walking away to meet up with Patricia in the restroom when something clicked in her mind. Michael was her friend, and they always talked about Daniel at lunch. He gave her advice, and sometimes they would just sit and discuss relationships. Even though this was true, she just realized that she had never actually a dit the full name of the guy she liked.
“Hey,” she said, pressing her hands on the circular table, “did I ever tell toi his name before?”
“Nope,” Michael responded, shaking his head.
“Oh. Well, his name is Daniel Cameron,” she told him.
At first he a dit nothing, but then he said, “I know him.”
“WHAT?!” Anastasia gasped.
“I know him! I knew him all this time and I could’ve helped toi out!” He was laughing now in disbelief, and so was she.
“I can’t believe this!” Anastasia yelled. “You knew him all along?! ALL ALONG?!”
YES!”
“I can’t believe this,” Anastasia repeated, “but I’ll talk to toi about it later. I have to meet up with Torii now.”
She walked away out into the hallway and into the girls’ restroom, bouncing up and down with happiness. Once she entered the restroom, she saw that Torii was fixing her backpack par the doorway.
“HI!” Anastasia greeted.
“Whoa, you’re hyper!” Torii exclaimed.
“Well, I’m just happy!” she clarified. Then Anastasia explained to her what had happened at the lunch table. Michael had to help her out somehow. He had to.
Later on, Michael a dit that he would talk to Daniel. Anastasia went accueil that jour feeling somewhat satisfied, and a bit nervous as well. She did not know exactly when he was going to talk to him, but the thought of it made her stomach squeeze.
The suivant jour was a Monday, and it was also the first jour of March. Anastasia had a good feeling about her birthday month, and hoped for it to be amazing.
In the morning, she wanted Ginny to say hi to Daniel again. When he was about to walk par them, she whispered, “He’s coming!”
Ginny, and Patricia who was there too, turned and looked at Daniel. For some reason, Anastasia lingered behind her friends, feeling somewhat timid. But, if Ginny a dit hi, she would too, like she had planned of doing before.
When she noticed they weren’t saying anything, she hissed, “Say hi!”
“He’s walking with Peter!” Ginny whispered back.
Ginny moved out of the way and saw that her friend was right. Daniel was walking and talking with another friend of his. He wouldn’t be able to hear her, and if he did, they would grab Peter’s attention too, and they did not need that. Anastasia sighed. It was another failed day.
At lunch, she put down her stuff at the table. When she approached the table, one of the boys who sat there named Robert, asked her, “Hey, did toi say hi to that guy this morning?”
Everybody who sat at the table, tableau knew about her situation, so Anastasia wasn’t surprised at his query.
“No,” she replied shamefully. “He was walking with his friend, and I couldn’t say anything.”
“Is this about that guy toi like?” Another boy who sat there, named Michael, questioned.
“Yes,” Anastasia answered.
She was about to start walking away to meet up with Patricia in the restroom when something clicked in her mind. Michael was her friend, and they always talked about Daniel at lunch. He gave her advice, and sometimes they would just sit and discuss relationships. Even though this was true, she just realized that she had never actually a dit the full name of the guy she liked.
“Hey,” she said, pressing her hands on the circular table, “did I ever tell toi his name before?”
“Nope,” Michael responded, shaking his head.
“Oh. Well, his name is Daniel Cameron,” she told him.
At first he a dit nothing, but then he said, “I know him.”
“WHAT?!” Anastasia gasped.
“I know him! I knew him all this time and I could’ve helped toi out!” He was laughing now in disbelief, and so was she.
“I can’t believe this!” Anastasia yelled. “You knew him all along?! ALL ALONG?!”
YES!”
“I can’t believe this,” Anastasia repeated, “but I’ll talk to toi about it later. I have to meet up with Torii now.”
She walked away out into the hallway and into the girls’ restroom, bouncing up and down with happiness. Once she entered the restroom, she saw that Torii was fixing her backpack par the doorway.
“HI!” Anastasia greeted.
“Whoa, you’re hyper!” Torii exclaimed.
“Well, I’m just happy!” she clarified. Then Anastasia explained to her what had happened at the lunch table. Michael had to help her out somehow. He had to.
Later on, Michael a dit that he would talk to Daniel. Anastasia went accueil that jour feeling somewhat satisfied, and a bit nervous as well. She did not know exactly when he was going to talk to him, but the thought of it made her stomach squeeze.
