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Author: Shaela129	Added: May 15 2001	Views/Reads: 2767/1900	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I am not naïve. I know that love is not the only reason for my existence....It is very powerful and not to be taken advantage of.

Chapter 6 

It's Thanksgiving and after stuffing myself with stuffing I decided to
go to Pharaoh's.  I chose a black, white and dark brown checkerboard 
mini with a matching vest.  Underneath the vest I wore a brown v-neck 
shirt and brown tights with black heeled loafers.  My hair and nails 
were at their best and I could not have felt better about the day. 

Of course Nita and Shana take their sweet time getting to Pharaoh's.  I
hate waiting on people.  It is a pet peeve but we just had to stop at 
Nita's Aunt's house for some pie according to Nita.  Nita's Aunt Ms. 
Carlton owns the shop where both her and Shana works.  She can be a 
really nice old lady at times but most of the time she is a true winch. 
She has a very negative attitude and not afraid to put her opinions 
into spoken word for all to hear even the victim of her thoughts.  I 
wonder why she would want to work around so many young people yet be so 
rude.  She could easily hire someone to take over the reception desk 
and towel laundering.  Some says she is just to cheap but I think it is 
her only contact to the real world even though she condemns every part 
of it. 

We get to Pharaoh's, my first time there, and it has these huge
cathedral ceilings and a  dropped dance floor.  Always when we go out 
the first place we go is to the picture booth to memorialize the 
evening before our partying cause wreckage to our hairdos. And you 
could never guess what happened next. 

"Shaela that guy over there is looking at you," Nita says. "Wait don't
look now but here he comes." 

I turn around and guess who is standing right beside me?  Marc Jackson!
"Hey, Shaela," he says as we hug. "How have you been?" 

"I can't complain, work and school is keeping me busy though," I say
trying my best not to show my excitement but instead nonchalantly, 
"What about yourself? 

"Good, really good.  I saw your sister a while ago and asked her about
you.  She said that you were doing fine and that I should stop by and 
say hi.  I didn't think that would have been a good idea being that it 
has been so long since I saw you last," he says and I think I detected 
a hint of nervousness in him. 

"You should have.  It would have been really good to see you again," I
say.  I was trying my best to not show my tension but put all the 
emphasis on his. 

"Can I have your number so that we can talk later." 

"I don't see why not.  We are childhood friends and all," I write my
number down.  We hug again and off we go to snap our photos.  He sure 
is looking nice.  Really nice. 

Not much excitement happened after that.  I was totally trippin' on the
fact that I saw this coming.  I knew it was going to happen before it 
happened.  But at that time I only thought about the fate part of it.  
Not the fact that I had  thought of it and it came true.  Just think I 
may have found my next great love, again. But I am not going to focus 
on that.  I really just need friends right now.  I can't bear another 
break up like Robert and I had.  That was almost unbearable.  If it 
wasn't for my Anna (my grandmother)  I don't know if I would have made 
it through the pain.  She always said that the road to happiness was 
through a valley of pain.  The only catch to this lesson is that the 
pain must be subsided and mine had only just begun. 

Chapter 7 

We went to Pharaoh's over a week ago and I haven't heard a peep from
Marc.  Marc Jackson.  Marc Jackson.  Marc Jackson.  Sometimes I wonder 
if I am in love with being in love or if I truly have been in love.  It 
is hard to compare anyone to Robert.  He was my first  love.  He 
probably knows me better than anyone will ever know me.  He has seen me 
at my most vulnerable and my most triumphant in my young twenty two 
nearing three years.  I wonder if I could ever feel the way Robert made 
me feel again.  It was blissful and hard but yet so enduring and 


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