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"Wakey wakey" Steven grinned as he pecked me on the cheeks."You look sleepy". 

"Ugh! I can't see clearly!". I mumbled half awake. 

"That's because you are being bombarded with sun rays". He laughed as he pulled me unto him. "Now get up, before I eat you". He squeals.

"I dare you". I grinned as I peeped through my eyelids. 

"Mais oui". Came his response and I jerked slowly as a response from his teasing hands. 

"Haha... This feels good!" I laughed before running from him. 

Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend

"Err- rr". I stuttered and looked away. 


"Oh, dear. Your dad called this morning, ``how is your leg". Mrs. Clinton asked, walking closer to me. She stopped in front of me. 


Does our Grammy need a babysitter? she just can't keep her hands off her crutches". Thompson mocked as usual. 


I turned to him and glared at him as Mrs. Clinton now walked over to him. She stood dead in front of him, her face emotionless. "Mr. Thompson since you've suggested crutches. Could you do me a favor of being Ms. Lara's crutches till she's fully recovered.". 


"What?! ". We both yelled and she carried her books leaving us to ourselves. just like that. " Maybe this will help you to mend your attitude towards one another.".    she said from the doorway.


[67] MY CRUTCHES