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Post by michael wendell meyers on Jan 23, 2011 22:00:42 GMT -5
"Goodbye, mom. Yes, I'll write. No, no, I won't forget to call. No, I can find my dorm from here. Yes, I love you too. Goodbye." Michael watched his mother's car pull away from the parking lot, and then looked around. He had convinced her to leave him in the parking lot, embarrassed about how she and his father had been dressed, but now he was wishing he'd let them chauffeur him right up to the door of his dorm. Since when had he gotten so much stuff?
Just when he had grabbed all of his things, settling them uncomfortably in his arms, his cell phone started buzzing. Cursing, he scrambled for his phone in his pocket. Holding it up, he realized it was his cousin, texting him to ask about the school and his dorm. 'How would I know, I haven't gotten past the parking lot...' he thought, looking at his now re-scattered possessions. Not replying to his cousin, but instead shoving his phone back in his pocket, he gathered up his things again.
'Come on Michael, one step at a time...' he took a step, and breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing had fallen. Good. Just about a thousand more steps. Gosh, he was an idiot. He was tempted to call his parents, and see if they would come back and help him. He knew they would... but...
"No. I can do this on my own." He took another step.
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