The Furat Home-Personal Narrative

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“You don't have to worry about picking me up, Jon, I got a ride.” Jon hung up the phone. He tossed it on the couch. “I bet she's with you're fucking brother.” He said to Ridley. “Calm down, Jon. My brother is responsible, it's not like he take her to some frat house.” The frat house was dark. Ren had left Hailey alone a while ago and she was now sitting on the couch alone. She didn't know anyone there. The couch she was sitting on had many undefinable stains, that she decided long ago she didn't want to know what they were. Her phone died an hour ago so she was just watching people coming and going. Occasionally, a boy would come and talk to her, but most of them made her feel uncomfortable. She stared down at her nails. She felt someone…show more content…
“My, uh, phone died, a hour ago.” She kept pressing the on button, hoping for a mirecal. “Yeah, but you'd been sitting there for at least three hours.” The moon was dancing off of his yellow-blond hair and she almost couldn't pay attention. “We're you watching me?” “No, I mean, I walked past you a lot and you were still there for hours.” He pulled into the apartment complex. “Jon didn't want me to be with Ren anyway and especially to a college party. I don't know sometimes he acts more like my dad than my brother.” She brushed some hair from her eyes. He parked the car in front of the complex. “Well, here.” He took out a piece of paper and a pen from the console. “Call me if you need a white knight, again.” He smiled to her. She thanked him and got out. She took the elevator and soon ended up upstairs. “There you are!” Jon said. He and Ridley hugged her. “We were worried about you. Ren said you left with some strange guy.” Ridley left the room. “Actually, your friend, Theodore brought me home.” Jon sighed. “Look, Jon I have a lot of homework, so if I could do that right now, I'd be really appreciative.” He hugged her. “You know you can trust me with anything, Hailey” She nodded into the

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