Gigi Madzarovic
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The Worst Date, War
I step out of the restaurant, the chilly air breaking the warm bubble from around me. I draw in a sharp breath, hoping it calms my frayed nerves. I look down at the slowly spreading Merlot stain on my shirt, another bought of anger surges through me. Not only did I have the absolute worst date of my life, but now one of my favorite shirts is ruined. I forage through my disastrous purse for some sort of napkin or cloth, but my luck is sorely lacking tonight. I growl lightly to myself, and tightly shut my eyes, hoping to gain some semblance of sanity. My parent's disappointed faces pop into my head, cracking me further. Another tragic date for my parents to blame on my lack of… well everything. I run the events of tonight back, trying to pinpoint where I went wrong.
By Gigi Madzarovic3 years ago in Confessions