Same Grounds by Jessica Pham (sight word books TXT) đ
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"Wait! Donât go! I love you. Youâre my world, the reason for my existence. Please stay with me.â Michell called after me.
I turned around, but kept my eyes on the ground. I couldnât face him. He closed the gap between us in three long strides. He cupped my chin with his fingers and lifted my face so my eyes met his. I stared into the his deep, dark eyes. âI love you, Christy. No one else. You brighten my day. I wake up every morning and think, âIâm so lucky to have her.â Youâre my shining star. Please donât leave me.â He looked deep into my eyes.
I swallowed and closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I smiled through my tears. âI love you Michell. Only you.â And with that, he closed the distance between our lips and kissed me gently. My arms snaked up to his neck and his arms around my waist, leaving no space between us. We pulled back for air and he pressed his forehead against mine. âI love you, Christy.â He breathed.
âAaandâŠCUT!â Bill, our director yelled through his megaphone.
We immediately ripped apart, wiping our mouths and dusting ourselves free of each otherâs germs.
âYou suck at kissing.â I said to Tristen. âWell, youâre a sloppy kisser. My dog
could kiss better than you.â He retorted. âHow do you know your dog
kisses better than me?â I snapped.
âIâve kissed her.â He deadpanned.
âWhy donât you go off to Wonderland with her and get married then?â I shot at him.
âMaybe I will, anything to get away from you
." He shot back in disgust. âLadies, gentlemen, would you two stop fighting for one minute?â Bill asked in frustration.
We both âhhmphedâ and stalked off into our dressing rooms.
I opened the door and flopped onto my couch. I immediately took my contacts out. They were so annoying! Theyâre like a bug thatâs stuck in your eyes and you canât get it out. I stuck them inside their container and threw them on my dressing table. I squinted my eyes and everything was all blurry.
I searched blindly for my big glasses. I like 'em big because it covers my whole eye. I tried wearing the little rectangular ones, and it didnât work out very well. I finally found them and shoved them on. My eyes adjusted and I flopped back on the couch. I blew out a puff of air. I still had a 5 page paper due tomorrow and I didnât even start it yet!
I groaned and walked over to my backpack in the corner. I pulled my laptop out and started typing.
Three hours later, and I was still typing. I yawned and stretched. I resumed typing but my eyes wouldnât stay open. I rolled over on the couch into a comfy sleeping position and fell asleep.
I woke up to someone poking my side. Hard. "Hey you, nerd. Wake up! Studio's closed."
I slowly opened my eyes and they zoomed in on Tristens face. Which was inches away from my face. I gasped and pushed him as hard as I could away from me. "What's your problem?" he yelled. I sat up straight, "How did you get here?"
"I walked through the door... you know, for a nerd, you sure are stupid." he observed. "Well, for a jock, you sure are fugly." I retorted. "Studio's closed." he pointed to the door. I pushed my glasses up, "Why didn't you leave then?" "I had to wake you up." he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Smart ass."
"Why, thank you."
"Just get out." I said, frustrated. "Sir, yes sir." he saluted and walked towards the door. "I'm not a dude!" I yelled at his back. "You sure about that?" he scoffed and walked out the door. I grumbled and reached in my backpack. I pulled out a mint and popped it in my mouth. I gathered all my stuff. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and hurried to the door. I stopped about half way to the door. Wait, why should I hurry? If he's still out there, I could annoy him by walking as slow as possible!
I walked towards the door in slo-mo, and I even turned off the lights in slo-mo. After 5 minutes of walking in slow motion, I got tired of it, and resumed walking at a normal pace.
I reached the entrance and opened the door that lead to the parking lot. I pushed my glasses up and popped another mint in my mouth.
"Finally! Took you long enough!" Tristen suddenly emerged out of nowhere, scaring the living crap out of me. I screamed and clutched my heart He laughed at me, "You should've seen your face! It was priceless!"
"I'm glad I amuse you." I said sarcastically.
"Why are you still here?" I added as an afterthought. "You're my ride." he said.
"If you
think youâre
stepping one foot into my
car, youâre delusional.â I hissed. He had followed me all the way to my car, and now weâre currently standing beside it, bickering. âYou have
to drive me home.â He smirked.
âI donât have
to do anything!â I shot back. âYes, you do.â âNo, I donâtâ
âYes.â He argued.
âHell no!â I yelled.
âYes.â He said.
âNo.â I said.
âNo!â He said.
âNo.â I said and crossed my arms in triumph. He canât trick me! Insert evil laugh, now. âWhatever.â He groaned and opened the door to the passenger seat. It opened. âYou know, you should really lock the door.â He smirked and closed the door.
I huffed angrily and stomped to the driverâs seat. Maybe I should dump him on the side of the roadâŠ
âSometime todayâŠâ Tristen pointed to the key in my hand. I sighed heavily and turned the key in the ignition.
I drove to my house and parked my car in the driveway. I opened the door a little forcefully and slammed the door. âOut.â I pointed to his house, which was right next to mine. He rolled his eyes and got out of the car. He walked across the lawn to his house.
I unlocked the door to my house and locked it behind me. âHey Mom! Iâm home!â I called out. All I got was silence. I shrugged. Sheâs probably still at work.
I did all of the usual things I did before I went to bed. I glanced out my window and I could see the lights inside Tristenâs room and a dark figure moving around.
I feel like a creeperâŠ
I hastily turned away and went to bed. The next morning, I woke up to my motherâs yelling. I groaned and slammed a pillow over my face. âFive more minutesâŠâ I mumbled. âNo! Wake up! Youâre going to be late for school!â my mom bust through my door and yelled.
I groaned and sat up, scratching my neck. She walked out the door and I got up and trudged to the bathroom. I did my daily routine and went down for breakfast. I ate, and said âbyeâ to my mom. I walked out the door to my annoying neighborâs front door. I knocked on it and waited for someone to answer it.
The door opened and Tristenâs mom greeted me, letting me in. My mom made it my job to wake Tristen up every morning claiming that âhe has so much potential and canât waste it on sleeping all dayâ and even his mom agreed. My job is to go up to his room every morning and sing. My voice was horrible and it could wake a person up from a year long coma. Thatâs how bad my voice is.
I trudged up the stairs and pushed his door open. His room looked like a typical teen boyâs room: dirty crap everywhere, clothes on the fan, posters of girls, that kind of stuff. He was sprawled on his twin bed, his head and legs hanging off of it. He looked innocent when he was sleeping, but looks can be decieving. Heâs just plain evil when heâs not unconscious.
I knelt down next to his ear and took a deep breath, then let out the first words of Payphone by Maroon 5. His head jerked up and he took a sharp intake of air. I sat back and sang some more, and by the time I was halfway done with the song, he was awake. He sat up rubbing his eyes and narrowed them at me.
I shrugged and walked back down the stairs and passed Mrs. Wilson. âBye sweetie. And thanks for waking Tristen up, youâre the only one that can.â She smiled. âNo problem.â I smiled and walked out the door, to my bus stop.
After the bus dropped us off at the school, I headed straight for my locker. I needed to study extra hard for this test in History. I spun my combo and opened my locker. I stuck my head in it and dug around for my textbook.
"A-ha
." I muttered when I found it. I flipped to the chapter we were on and re- read it. With half my body still in the locker. I leaned my elbows against
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