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?✨?She has supernatural powers?✨?
?♂️???♂️Episode 26??
??Getting It Back??
“James did you notice how Jason have been acting these past 3
days?” I asked James, frowning.
Ever since the Night of Engagement, Jason seemed more distant
than before.
He st©pped talking to me and he didn’t walk into our be-droom
once, not even once! He ba-rely even look my way. I
feel like he was avoiding me and that really makes me sad.
Did I do something wrong?
Is it because we are engaged and I still haven’t apologize to him
about what happened?
Is it because I said something wrong at the Night of Engagement
Speech?
Would is because I didn’t introduce my parents to him?
“I guess.” James said, looking at Jason as he walked out of the
living room.
“Did you do something to him?” I asked, looking at James.
James wi-de-ned his eyes and held up his hand, surrendering.
“WHAT?!” he said, “I didn’t do a single time to him.”
“Than why is he acting like that?” I frowning, staring at the flat
screen TV in the living room.
“When he is acting like that, it means that he is mad.” James
said, looking at me.
“At what?!” I asked.
He shrugged, “You have to ask him yourself.”
“What?!” I said, looking at him, “Me?”
“Yeah, bye, I got to go check on Jen.”
He got up and left the living room, leaving me alone.
I sighed, I wished I was like James and Jen. I was jealous of
them for being such a happy couple, I sure they haven’t even fought
once.
I turned my attention back to the movie. I was just watching
Twilight Breaking Dawn by myself.
It took me a while to figure out that they were pla-ying my favorite
p@rt; when it is Bella’s wedding.
I wish my love life was almost like Bella’s and Edward’s – at least
something like it.
Everyone’s love life seems perfect . . . except for mine.
I watched as Bella watched down the aisle. She nervously
clutched the white flowers in the bouquet.
She slowly walked down the aisle.
The beautiful white dress was so lovely.
The screen changed and it showed her ring. Her ring was full of
diamonds, just like the promise ring –
“The promise ring . . . . Was he still mad because of that??” I
whispered to myself.
“No, no, no, that was a super long time ago. He pretty isn’t mad.”
I said, shaking my head, “And it’s probably the cheapest ring he find
in the jewelry sto-re. . . ”
“But, it has a really big rock on it. . . it’s probably expensive.” I
said back.
“No, but he’s not mad about it, yeah, he’s not mad.” I repeated.
Why do I feel like I have to make myself believe it?
I shook my head.
Who cares about it?
I asked myself.
I breathed in de-eply and exhaled with a loud huff.
Soon, the next time I know, I got up from the couch and ran
upstairs. I gr@bb£d a coat that looked really, really warm, that
reached up to my knees and threw it over my shoulders.
I pu-ll-ed on my rainboots and ran outside.
I looked around. I entered the forest that I had once entered. I
walked as far into the forest as possible. I tried to use my werewolf
s-en-se to see if there is any danger.
I looked around.
Where can that dumb as-s ring be?
I thought, feeling frustrated. I don’t really know why I was feeling
that way – it was either because I was out in the forest all by myself
with nob©dy to help me out or it was because I can’t find the ring in
this humongous as-s forest.
I sighed, stomping around, I walked farther and farther in, praying
that I could find the ring somehow.
Why did I throw it out? I could fake throw it instead!!
I punched myself mentally.
I continued walking, I didn’t know for how long, but it felt like
years and my stomach was rumbling.
I sighed and sat on one of the truck roots that was sticking out.
Why did I do this to myself? Why did I do this to myself?
I asked myself.
I leaned on the tree trunks. I fell like slee-ping, I was really tired
from all of the walking. My stomach rumbled again, but louder.
No one is going to save me this time if I die.
I thought and instantly the memory of the time Jason saved me
when I nearly died c@m£ back to me.
I didn’t really know what happened, but that memory make me
got up on my feet, ma-king me more determined to find the ring than
ever.
I walked around the forest again. I don’t even know how far I was
in the forest. I continued to walk, until I felt really coat. Even if the
coat looks warm, it wasn’t actually warm. there might be fur on the
outside, but on the inside it was just a piece of string.
I made a mental note to myself to beg Beth and Sunny to buy me
more warm clothes (if I get out of this forest).
I hvgged myself, trying to keep the warmth before I get
hypothermia.
I sat on the forest ground and hvgged myself to keep warm.
I prayed, plea-se . . . I have to find the ring . . . I have to find the
ring . . . Where is it?? Where did it go?? Did I really throw it that far?
I don’t want to die from hypothermia and I really want to find the ring
I squee-zed my myself and closed my eyes. I tried to get my
hands into my sleeves so that they could stay warm.
I opened my eyes and looked up.
What time is it??
I tried to look throu-gh the tree’s leaves, but I didn’t see any
daylight –
Something flashed in my vision. I winced, ru-bbing my eyes.
What the hell was that?
I thought, starting to get grumpy.
I squinted my eyes and looked up again. Again it flashed again,
but this time my eyes didn’t ha-rd . I squinted ha-rd .
. . . . I stood there for a long time trying to figure what that flashy
thing was . . .
Is that a ring? . . . Is that a diamond? . . . Is it a diamond ring? . . .
I ru-bbe-d my eyes and looking at it again.
“It’s the ring!!” I said, smiling, “I found it. How did I not notice
that?”
I smiled at it for a second, but reality stuck me.
How do I get when it is all the way up there?
The only way was climbing the tree. Good thing, my mom signed
me up for outdoor camp once – which I really hated.
I don’t know what is happening to me, but I took of my rainboots
and coat even though I was literally freezing my bu-tt off.
Still shivering, I climbe-d onto the first br@nch and I continued to
climb and climb. Thank God I didn’t forget how to climb a tree, yet.
I made another mental note to myself to write a 10 page letter
saying thank you to mom.
I continues to climb, until I was right next to the ring.
I shivered from the cold and my knee trembled beneath me.
I grinned.
“I found you!” I whispered and with my red, numb f!ngers, I slowly
took the ring from the br@nch that it was inser-ted in.
I curled my hands into a ball and brou-ght it against my che-st. I
smiled, I uncurled my fist and slid the ring into the f!nger that Jason
put the ring in.
I slowly climbe-d down and my teeth chattered from the ex-posure
of coldness.
I slowly lowered myself to the ground and numbly put on my
sock, rainboots and coat.
I breathed h0t air on to my f!ngersand ru-bbing them quic-kly
together, hoping to get them warm.
I took off the ring, afraid to lose it again when I am walking
around the forest.
Not knowing which direction to go, I just walked blindly in a
direction, hoping that I was walking the right way.
Suddenly, there was a cry of my name, “Vanessa!”
“Vanessa!”
Who is that? Is that Jason?
“Vanessa?”
“Jason?” I said, faintly.
“Vanessa, are you out here?”
“Jason! I am here!” I cried back.
“Vanessa, where are you? Don’t move, ok?”
“Ok.” I cried back, not knowing which direction to shout at.
“Vanessa?”
“Yeah?” Jason’s voice was coming closer and closer.
Just before he appeared, I quic-kly sli-pped the ring off of my
f!nger, I just didn’t want him to know that I was out here looking for
his ring. I was looked stupid.
“Hey,” I said, not knowing what to say.
“What are you doing out here?” Jason asked, getting mad.
“I don’t know, I was just taking a walking, I just feel like I was
tra-pped in there for too long.” I lied, hoping that I looked like I mean
it.
He stared at me with those green eyes so intensely that I felt
expo-sed, but he looked away.
“Let’s go.” he said, starting to walk off alre-ady, leaving me behind.
I ran to catch up to him, but was eventually slowed down from the
coldness that I was opened to.
We walked all of the way home without talking to each other. I felt
like I want to talk to him, but I can’t find the courage to.
What happens if he wouldn’t talk back? What happens if we fight
again? I don’t want to fight anymore. And what happens if he hated
me more because I was talking to him?
And most of all, why do I feel this way?
Tbc