The Last Boy And Girl In The World - Plot & Excerpts
But he didn’t show. So I texted him, Yo. I’m here, where are you? No. I’M here. Where are YOU? I turned around in a circle. Are you pranking me? I’m at the police station. I texted you earlier to meet me there. You did not. And then I scrolled through my messages, just to make sure. I have no message like that from you. I stood there, waiting for him to write back. It took a while. I glanced up at the school clock. Someone had removed the golden hands. It was now just a blank face. And it bummed me out. Sorry. It was in my drafts folder. Idiot. I angrily typed, Well, are you coming to pick me up? I have to talk to my dad. Meet me here. Luckily, the police station wasn’t far from the high school. Just a few blocks away, the building next to City Hall. But it didn’t make me any less annoyed. I hated this job. Hated it more than anything. Both the work, which was so boring, and the company, which was terrible. The police station hummed with activity, people busily attending to phone calls or the copier or phones.
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