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Show Inside Out, 128 Chapter 27: Andii Of course I didn't write back to Joseph right away. I actually started a few e-mails but I didn't send any of them. They were all a variation of: Well you deserved to die, and if you think I'm going to do anything that would possibly help you... You get the idea. A drunk driver! I couldn't settle down that night, even to do yoga. I finally got out my sketch pad and did some scribbling. Scribbling is a good way to get out anger. After a while I found myself sketching Terra. Then I let myself begin to think about things. So Joseph was an idiot. So Joseph had killed himself off. Was that what had made Terra drop out of stuff and start dressing weird? If Joseph knew how I felt about drunk drivers, why did he think I would still want to help Terra? Because both of us had been hurt by drunk drivers? Was that supposed to give me some sort of magical power to heal her or something? What in the world could I do to help her, if her pain came from the loss of such an idiot? I was so busy thinking about Joseph that I was totally surprised when the phone rang and the voice on the other end said, "Andli? Is this Andli?" because I knew that voice. Denver. "Yeah, this is Andli." "Andli, this is Denver. Bingham. From English class?" |