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    Chapter7.

    Im not going to make you do something you don’t want to do.

    For the entire way home those words kept running round and round in my head. I had hardly said two words to Lizzie the whole time. I felt bad but I had to sort my head out, if I had said anything it only would of involved the name Amelia and several expletives to follow. Tonight was the last straw though, I could feel my head slowly cracking in two; one half wanted Amelia and the other wanted to run screaming from Amelia.

    I couldn’t believe this was happening to me, of all the people, fate had to choose me. I was the least able to handle something like this, I mean I frequently questioned my sanity and I know Im not actually insane. So of course Im going to question my sexuality, nothing in my life was certain anymore, I felt like a sixteen year old again. Lost and confused about myself, life and everything which it was throwing at me.

    Trix, you got the key?

    I snapped out of my world to find myself standing outside the flat. I nodded, pulling the chain out of my pocket and opening the door. I let Lizzie go in first, she wasn’t even making eye contact with me anymore.

    I slammed the front door, making her turn round to at least vaguely look in my direction.

    Ok what’s up with you? I asked, moving to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

    Whats wrong with me? Nothings wrong with me Trix, its you that has something wrong.

    I turned round, slamming the empty glass in the counter.

    What the ***** is that supposed to mean you think there’s something wrong with me?!

    I couldn’t believe my ears, I was just trying to handle a rather difficult situation and the one person I needed to help me through it thought there was something wrong with me.

    You know what I mean Trix, don’t play dumb with me. It might fool Millie but it certainly doesn’t fool me. she said, shrugging off her jacket and checking the phone for messages.

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    Comments

    1. Lizzie kicks ass, like her advice, and way to leave it suspensful, I bet she’ll try playing cupid. Again seriously great writing skills. I know constructive criticism, but dude I love what you’re doing.

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