I got into the car and drove off. My temper slowly went away as I drove farther and farther away from my house. That was when I pulled into the nearly empty parking lot of Kwik-E-Mart. I got out and casually walked my way into the store and head for the back, where the bread is. As I cut through and aisle I pass Mary Rose, one of my mother's friends. She looked up at me, smiled, and said (ever so politely and inconveniently), &quot;Oh, why hello Genevieve.&quot; ... I smiled nicely and say,&quot;Hello.&quot; Then quickly walk away, basically running down the aisle. &quot;Why does _everyone_ have to call me that? My friends don't. They get that I hate that name. But grown up. Oh, no, grown-ups _have_ to call me by my first name, I have a nickname for a reason,&quot; I mutter on my way. Why does this bother me so? And as I stared at my feet, walked must faster than needed, and turned the corner at the same time, my anger suddenly vanished. Becuase as I did this, I ran into someone. And that someone, was a boy. 2008-05-20T21:42:54Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/31173 <p>Oh my, good sequel. This is going to be a good series!<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/31173?basename=63690 2008-05-20T21:42:54Z Blusparrow http://ficlets.com/authors/blusparrow