Mac to pc video chat knees wobbled as he nervously looked at the figure of beauty as it passed the row of lockers and turned the corner.
“I…” Tim started to answer, “I don’t know what happened.”
Phil looked at him confused.
“Well mac pc video chat have to get home!” Phil shouted excitedly as he walked backwards down the hall. “I’ll see you tomorrow! You can tell me all about it.”
Tim looked up at the clock and slowly walked towards his car.
“Only three hours,” he whispered to himself. “And to think, here I am 18 years old, almost ready to leave for college and I’m afraid of a night with a girl. A woman now, I guess she’s eighteen. I don’t believe it.”
“What?” a guy looked at him, “Were you talking to me?”
Tim looked mac to pc video chat embarrassed, “I’m sorry. I was just talking to myself.”
The guy looked at him with a weird look and yelled out “Freak!” and walked briskly away.
Tim thought about the incident his entire drive home. What makes him a freak? Why do people look at him and think he’s weird? It doesn’t make any sense that the most beautiful girl in the school would go on a date with him.
He walked up the driveway and towards the mallard green door to his house and inside.
“Dad, are you home?” he called out. “It’s me.”
He dropped his keys onto the table and fished through the day’s mail.
“In here,” his father finally called out. “I’m in here.”
Tim looked around.
“Well you’re not very descriptive,” Tim called out. “Where the hell is here?”
“In the basement smart ass,” his father pc video chat dropped the L. L. Bean catalog into the recycle basket as he slowly walked to the basement door. He hadn’t been in the basement for years, ever since his mother died. He felt his heart in his throat as he slowly opened the door.
“Dad, I’m home okay,” he called out over the clang of his father hammering something. “Can you hear me.”
Tim peered into the basement, the dim lighting glimmering off various bits and pieces of metal.
“Dad?” Tim called out again. “Can you hear me?”
The hammering stopped but still no answer.
Tim walked towards the first stair and bent over to peak in a young further, video web chat heart now pounding harder.
“Dad?”
There still wasn’t an answer. Tim was petrified. He grabbed onto his chest and slowly bent himself further down the handrail. He couldn’t see anything.
Slowly he reached out his foot to the first mac to pc video chat and then the second.
“Dad?” Tim whispered. |
