I shift the bag over my shoulder and sigh, wondering if she'd even waited around. I know she said she would... but I haven't talked to her in so long. I don't want to be wrong again. Taking a deep breath, I flash before her house and hesitate before knocking. I fix my hair a few times before giving up on it and just hoping things haven't changed much.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
'This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. 'I never could get the hang of Thursdays.' — Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy