What I Didn 't Know About The Last Time Essay
“I didn’t forget anything, just chill. . .” I never really understood her excitement. Both of us knew I would be back here soon anyway; I only packed half of my clothes. My favourite jeans were clinging to my legs, the only piece of jewellry I like was around my neck. I touched the delicate swirl pendant, swallowing my nerves.
Nicole rushes around, checking her phone and watch for the numbers to switch from 10:56 to 11:00. Finally, they took my suggestion for timing; not that it changed anything. I’ve been up since 7.
As I see Nicole’s watch show 10:57 I am reminded of the last time I was in this position, with three short minutes until what I should have known was a disappointment. This time they have to show up; they’re adopting me. Nicole says that the papers have all been signed electronically, but to me that just means that I don’t get any hard proof.
Not that it means anything if it was a hard copy, Nicole would kill me if I tried to do something. Growing tired of swinging my feet back and forth on the lounge chair I was sitting in, I crossed my legs and sat up. This was always the best part; before they get to know how messed up you are; they treat you like a friend, or at least pretend you are.
“I’m gonna head back up to my room—”
“No, absolutely not, sit there and…