Modifying Month

(Texting)

Blake (BF)- See you in 2

Me- Sure

Blake(BF)- I have to tell you something

Me- what is it

Blake(BF)- I will tell you when we meet up

Me- Okay

Blake(BF)- I am here, are you here yet

Me- Right here

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"So what do you need to see me about", Sandra asks, phone in hand.

"Well, uh", Blake stutters on his words.

"Blake, just spit it out, you know I will not be mad", she reassures him.

He looks down at his shoes, "I, uh, feel in love with someone else".

"WHAT", Sandra's face transforms from comforting to puzzlement, "Are you kidding with me right now! You know I don't like jokes!" Her face is full of fury and confusion, she just can't seem to tell if he is lying or telling the truth.

He finally looks into her eyes, "Please do not make this harder for me than what it is".

Sandras face contorts into outrage, she finally understands what he is trying to tell her. "How long has this been going on".

Blake just shakes his head, not wanting to tell her.

"TELL ME!"

He holds out his hands to back her up, "Okay, okay. It has been going on for around a month".

"You know you could have at least stopped me from my misery. But that is not the question I want to ask. My one question before I walk away is why, why not tell me, why hide behind my back. Wh-".

He interrupts her mid-sentence, trying to make himself seem like a better person" I wa-".

"Let me finish talking", she gives him a stern glare, "When you started to not have feelings for me anymore, you should have just told me. When you started to fall in love with this other person, you should have told me. I would have understood, you can not stop who you love. But to go behind my back," she points to herself, "And made me think that you still loved me for a year, that was harsh. I expected better from you. When We first met the first thing I thought is that there is someone who will treat me right. Look where that got me. I can never forgive you and I will not try to forgive you. Bye and have a happy life". She spins around, not looking back, and walks to her car.

3 days later----

"Hey, Jenny" Sandra holds the phone up to her face.

"Hey Sandra, how are you after the breakup", Jenny asks, twirling a lock of her red hair around her finger.

Sandra sighs, "I am actually doing better than I thought I would be. I guess this is just another sign that we are not meant to be".

"You know I never really liked him anyway".

"Don't say that just to make me feel better".

"I'm not, it's the truth".

"Yeah, haha, like I would ever believe that", she smiles into the phone.

"So, Sandra", Jenny's voice gets a little bit more serious.

"Yeah".

"Well, you know how I applied for colleges".

"Yeah, we both did".

"I got accepted!"

"Congrats", Sandra squeals over the phone, "What colleges did you get accepted into though".

"That's the thing, you got accepted into all of the Midwestern colleges and I got all of the Southern colleges".

"Do any of them overlap?"

"No, I checked. We will never go to the same college".

Tears start to enter Sandras eyes. "I don't know how I am going to live life without you".

"Just like you always do, full of life and party", Jenny says in a soothing voice. "Don't cry Sandra, you know I will always be here for you".

The tears were now coming down faster, streaking Sandras face, "Will you always be in contact with me. At least once a week".

"Of course Sandra. We will call each other at least once a week". Jenny starts to change the conversation. "How is your family".

"Great", there is a note of peppiness in Sandras voice, "Grandma Ruth has been released from the hospital after her small stroke".

"Send my love to Grandma Ruth for me".

"Of course! You know, sometimes I feel like she likes you more than me".

"Nonsense, she just likes my sense of style better", Jenny chuckles.

"Are you trying to insult me", Sandra says, mockingly.

"Nev- 'Jenny clean the dishes' aww, I'm sorry Sandra. I got to go before my mom takes my phone away for not doing the dishes".

"Bye".

"Bye".

1 week later----

Sandra is standing outside of the hospital, her face full of tears. She is confused and worried, no one is telling her what has happened. She feels alone, lost in the dark without a flashlight. She rushes up to the front desk looking for answers.

"Excuses me", she says in a frantic voice.

"Yes ma'am", the receptionist replies, looking up from her computer.

"I was told that my Grandma was admitted here but I don't know why".

"Your Grandmas's name please".

"Ruth Winsorburg", she wrings her hands together.

"Ah, it seems that she is surgery because she had a major stroke. I am afraid that is all that I can tell you at this point".

Sandra paces around the waiting room. She tried to do something but the only thing that she could think about is her Grandmother. She picks up a magazine in hopes of redirecting her mind somewhere else, but all she can think about is her Grandmother. Will she be okay? Will the surgery work? Will she die? What happens if she dies? The rest of her family is in the waiting room, having been told the same information. They all consult with one another. They all hope for the best, but prepare themselves for the worst. But nothing could have prepared them for what happened.

"Are you all here on behalf of Ruth Winsorburg", the receptionist asks, looking at the whole family.

"Yeah", they say, hoping for good news.

"I am so sorry", the receptionist looks down at her hands, "She didn't make it".

Gasps escape from each family member's mouth. Sandra backs into a chair and sinks down. Thinking that she hadn't heard the receptionist correctly. Sandra thinks to herself, so much has changed in just a short amount of time. My Boyfriend, now Ex-boyfriend broke up. Me and my best friend are going to totally different colleges so we won't be able to see each other. And to top it all off, Grandma Ruth is gone. She was like my lifeline. She had all the wisdom in the family. She always knew what to do in tough situations.