Me Before You? - 1
"Your next question is for ONE MILLION DOLLARS! Are you ready?"
"Ye..Yes"
The crowd hasn't stopped cheering. I was anxious. Scared. But I wanted the next question so badly and I hoped..I hoped.. that I would be able to answer it. Her life depended on it.
"Haha! I know you're ready. But you are going to have to wait.", said Jack. He turns to the camera. "We will come back after a short commercial. Don't go anywhere because if you do...You just might miss history in the making.", he said that with the broadest smile that I had ever seen.
He looks at me. Clearly he saw that I was tensed. I was sweating like a guy who was high and paranoid. There was sweat in my eye and god knows where else. He tried to talk to me. Probably tried to make me feel comfortable. My head nodded involuntarily to whatever he was saying. I wasn't listen to anything he was saying. I couldn't. I was worried. Worried for her. Her life depended on me and she didn't know it.
I couldn't screw this up.
We were off air for the next three minutes. I'll try my best to tell you about her and how I reached here in these three minutes. I met Emma a few years back. It was the first year of high school and she was a 'new' kid. She sat alone in the cafeteria. I presumed that she was an introvert.. Obviously.
I thought she was very weird. One day I went up to her to try and start a conversation and guess what? We hit it off.. BIG TIME! I was right. She was a weird kid. But she was my type of weird. She grew on me and we became great friends. Soon days passed and then months. We were inseparable. She was exceptional at studies and was part of the school 'Mathletes' team (Lame..). I swear she was the best Mathlete (I still laugh every time I say it..xD) I had ever seen. Her talents did not go unseen. Dozens of well known Universities had their eyes on her and looking to pick her up.
Things were going good for her. For us. Amazing to be precise. Then came that dreadful day. One moment we had everything, and then the next, nothing.
"Ye..Yes"
The crowd hasn't stopped cheering. I was anxious. Scared. But I wanted the next question so badly and I hoped..I hoped.. that I would be able to answer it. Her life depended on it.
"Haha! I know you're ready. But you are going to have to wait.", said Jack. He turns to the camera. "We will come back after a short commercial. Don't go anywhere because if you do...You just might miss history in the making.", he said that with the broadest smile that I had ever seen.
He looks at me. Clearly he saw that I was tensed. I was sweating like a guy who was high and paranoid. There was sweat in my eye and god knows where else. He tried to talk to me. Probably tried to make me feel comfortable. My head nodded involuntarily to whatever he was saying. I wasn't listen to anything he was saying. I couldn't. I was worried. Worried for her. Her life depended on me and she didn't know it.
I couldn't screw this up.
We were off air for the next three minutes. I'll try my best to tell you about her and how I reached here in these three minutes. I met Emma a few years back. It was the first year of high school and she was a 'new' kid. She sat alone in the cafeteria. I presumed that she was an introvert.. Obviously.
I thought she was very weird. One day I went up to her to try and start a conversation and guess what? We hit it off.. BIG TIME! I was right. She was a weird kid. But she was my type of weird. She grew on me and we became great friends. Soon days passed and then months. We were inseparable. She was exceptional at studies and was part of the school 'Mathletes' team (Lame..). I swear she was the best Mathlete (I still laugh every time I say it..xD) I had ever seen. Her talents did not go unseen. Dozens of well known Universities had their eyes on her and looking to pick her up.
Things were going good for her. For us. Amazing to be precise. Then came that dreadful day. One moment we had everything, and then the next, nothing.
END OF PART 1
~A.F~
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