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    Sliding Doors – (Chapter: Chapter 3 See into my Future)

    Story written on November 17, 2008 by stix04.
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    Spencer finds some answers to her complicated questions

    Feburary 14, 2009 8:45 EST

    I’m lost, okay? I’m lost and confused and a million other things that plague an eighteen year old girl! I’VE NEVER HAD A SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP! I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life! And furthermore, I have no idea where I wanna spend the next four years contemplating that fact!

    I would love to go and talk to my parents about my confusion; however, ever since my bother Clay was killed in a hit and run almost a year ago, I’ve felt like I could not burden them with my problems. Clay, of course, would have been the ideal person to talk to, but he’s gone. Sometimes I try to have conversations with him, guessing what his response to my problems would be…but it never sounds right.

    And Glen? Well he’s off playing basketball for Duke. And let’s be honest, even if he was here, he’s not exactly the person you go to when there’s a dilemma. Dilemma?! Is there a stronger word? A pickle? A quandary? Or how about a really fucked up situation?!

    Amanda is getting married to Dough after graduation. Doug?! I’ve known Amanda for a little over four years now and when your best friend gets asked to spend the rest of her life with the person she loves, well you would think I would have been a little happier. But I wasn’t. The thing that has been rattling around in the back of my head for so many years is starting to get my full attention.

    Debbie jumped up and down at the news. Debbie’s excited expression mirrored Amanda’s, including the tea- welling eyes. Debbie asked to see the ring and immediately started pegging her with questions about locations and dates and themes and centerpieces! What did Spencer do?! I froze like the preverbal deer in headlights that just got socked in the gut by a hummer driven by a family of elephants!

    So when my cousin, Cecily told me about her “medium,” her words not mine, and how she swears by her and she’s her life couch and she doesn’t make any decisions without Madame Juliet’s consent…well I was running out of ideas and options.

    Cecily: “You are just going to love her! She knows all!”

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    1. THAT WAS THE SOOO FUNNI!! Jesus, I loved it all, the sarcastic remarks everything and it sure as hell explains alot and is probably the same for Ashley no? loved it just…PMS SOOONNN…highlight of my night.. :)

    3. Yeah, I loved that too…especially the weed comment! This is starting to flow really well. This chapter was fun and moved the story on in a great way. Really looking forward to the next one!

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