Without further help from my so called “guide,â€? I did exactly that. A few rows down the bleacher and to my left, one of the most popular boy in school Chris and his girlfriend sat, unable to keep off each other like excited puppies. Of course, remembering the course of the event correctly, I glanced over to Laurie to find her eyes glued on the couple. “And here we go,â€? I muttered as I watched my 14-year-old self run after her friend. They both whizzed past me and with a slow response time, I followed suit.
Oh boy, I thought. The restroom.
Laurie’s lips quivered. Tears trickled down her face. My younger self stood near her with a puzzled look on her face. “What’s wrong?â€?
“I wanna go home,â€? Laurie replied.
“What? Why?â€?