Hello and welcome to a new Thursday Taster,
the day when awesome writers all over the blogosphere come together to
give you tasty bits of their last fiction. You can find the list here.
We start right where we left off last week.
"I can't, I need to
go back," she said.
"To take Tamara's
place as Jimmy's toy?" I asked.
She bite her lips and
looked back.
"I can't pass my
classes without their help," she said.
"Pass you classes,
like Tamara did," I said.
She looked back again.
The group was forming behind her.
"Fred, I..."
"We gotta go, I'll
take care of your classes," I said pushing her hard.
The door opened for us
and the cold outside fresh air hit me hard on the face. I turned
left, I had no idea where I was going except away from here and not
toward the parking lot. The music had deafen me and all I could hear
was the click of Amy's heals as she followed behind me until voices
started to yell. Now wasn't the moment to think, now was the moment
to run. So we ran.
"I can't do this,"
Amy said behind me out of breath.
I was feeling a little
out of breath too and I was looking for clues, for marks I couldn't
find. It was making me edgy. I couldn't recognize the streets as the
one I saw in the other world. We were supposed to go to a party later
and I wondered if that was the place where my other self had rescue
Amy. This wasn't going to do. I stopped behind a bin and squatted,
Amy hid behind me. The smell was atrocious. I could still hear the
others voices yelling at each others. They seemed to be everywhere.
"What about we go
back and ask Tamara to drive us back and I tell her I don't need
their help for the class and to forget about everything," Amy
said.
"And you think that
would work?" I asked.
Amy gave me a blank look.
"Tamara is not
really the one in charge here either," I continued.
"They are not so
bad, I guess I think if we explained to them that we didn't know what
is going on, we can just go to the party and forget about the
rest..."
"Look Amy, I don't
know what is going on, I don't need anyone's help to pass my classes
and certainly not that kind of help anyway," I said.
"Tamara said I just
had to go to party and date Jimmy a little," Amy said, "and
he is gorgeous just..."
"You don't feel like
dating him," I said.
"I don't feel like
going with him in the back room to play base one hundred," Amy
said biting her lips.
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