"Oh, and one more thing... This Sunday is my birthday, and I want to throw a birthday party. Can you make sure Lorne Noah Jackson comes to my place too?" Amelia Taylor continued, her voice filled with hopeful anticipation.
"That's not up to me..." Emily Simpson felt awkward...
She really wasn't in a position to decide; Lorne never listened to her.
"Then it's settled. Remember, Sunday at five o'clock, you must come, okay? See you then!" Amelia decisively ignored her words, happily patted her shoulder, then turned and left.
"I'm counting on you, Emily!" A few other female classmates smiled, said their piece, and then turned to walk away as well.
Left behind, Emily stood at the classroom entrance, foolishly clutching a bunch of gifts.
Suddenly, her head began to hurt; Emily shook it slightly.
It was only after a long time that she regained her senses and looked around.
The figure of Lorne had long since disappeared...
