As she ran to the door he knew right away something was wrong but what he couldn't understand. She ran down the stairs, flung her bag over her sholder, and slammed the door behind her. He chased her and called her name but all she could do was run. She wanted to stop, look back, and just ask why, but she couldn't. As she approached the walk leading to her house she began to walk, staring at the cement below her feet. The door opened; it was her mother, waiting for her as if she already knew.
             He called every hour on the hour all night long. She knew he cared and that he loved her, but how of all things was she supposed to forgive that? When she finally did answer the phone the following day he truly didn't know what he had done wrong.
             It had all started that dreadful night over the phone.
             "Yah, baby, the party's slammin' we're all having a blast. You comin' down tonight?"
             "Well, I'm really gonna try but I got a killer amount of homework this weekend."
             "Hun, whenever is fine, you know I can't wait to see you."
             "Yah, I know I feel the same way, but maybe I'll just wait for you to get home tonight."
             "Okay, that's fine too, but if you change your mind I'll be here!"
             "Alright hun, I'll see what i can do. I'll talk to you later on, I love you."
             "I love you too doll, peace and one!"
             As the phone clicked her stomach sank. She knew these feelings and hated getting them but she knew something was going to go so very wrong. She continued to keep her nose in her books she knew she had to pass this term if she wanted to stay in school.
             A few hours later she looked up at the clock: 2:25 am and he still wasn't home that was it she was going down to the party.
             As she pulled into the driveway in his red '97 Ford Cobra convertible, the people outside
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