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"An hour after the phone call" She paced back and forth while she stared at the phone. Her nails were already to the quick, but she insisted upon biting them some more. Each cuticle biten was followed by a sweat drop going down her nose. She walked back and forth, then turned to a picture of Michael. She looked into the papered creation of his brown eyes, and rubbed down the glass frame along his cheek. She grabbed the receiver again and dialed his home number again. "Hello," Mrs. Lewis answered. "I really really need to talk to Michael right now," she replied as fast as she could before she was met by the click. She growled and slammed the receiver back to the phone set and screamed. She began to attack every piece of furniture within her range. She scratched, tore into, kicked, stomped, and threw the biggest hissy fit humanly possible. She grabbed her chair and threw it at a window, she grabbed the phone and ripped it from the socket, she lost every bit of peace within her. Her rage turned her to the picture of Michael. She stopped once again and looked at the picture, looked at his non-chalant pose with his charismatic smile. She calmed down and took the picture into her hands. She brought it close to her heart and held it tightly. A tear escaped her brown eyes while she softly whispered, "I need you so much right now." |
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creative.