Status: A zombie! It's coming back from the dead!

Maybe She's Breaking?

Call.

Donny slipped my cell phone from my pocket in chemistry today and essentially stole my number. I started yelling at him for it, but he only shushed me.

“I’m going to call you every night.” He promised me. “I think I’m the only one who can make you really smile, so I want to make sure you’re smiling as much as I possibly can.”

I bit my lip not knowing what to say. Donny may just be the only person in the world who gets me, even though even I don’t get myself half the time.