The "Call"
With my heart beating faster then a child that braves a roller coaster for the first time, I pick up the phone and begin to dial. 773-8....I can't believe I'm doing this. My fingers tremble with fear that my brain has relaid and I hang up fast right before the last digit is pressed. Telling myself to breathe, I begin to think of 100 reasons to make the call and 1000 reasons not to. Finally I get up enough brave to dial again...773-8..-.... all the digits are displayed on the screen. I stare at the phone as my heart skips a beat. It feels like it's about to pop right out of my chest. I am so nervous right now. What if he doesn't answer? What if he doesn't want to talk to me? What if another girl answers the phone? Forget it.....I put the phone down again. Why do I torture myself like this? Where has my nerve gone? Why does he make me feel like this? Only he can make me feel like a school girl on the first day. Scared to death! I hate this feeling. Forget it, I'm ...