TALIA SILVERWOODS STARED OUT her bedroom window and sighed. It was still raining heavily and the sky flashed with lightening every now and then. Talia shuddered. She hated storms. It always made her feel that something bad was going to happen and that the sky flashed with lightening just to confirm the sinister emotions she felt inside. She burrowed further into her bed. She just loved her bedroom. It was soft and feminine, just the way she liked it, with turquoise curtains and matching turquoise bed sheets, and at every corner she had stuffed toys smiling at her. She felt safe in her room. It was her haven.
She had everything a girl could possibly want: A telephone, a secret diary, posters of her favorite movie stars and pop groups, a secret closet and her guitar which she sometimes played. She stared at her telephone and sighed. Why hadn't anyone called yet? It was Saturday, and although it was raining heavily, at least she could walk over to a friend's place or have them come over—storm or no storm.
Just then the telephone rang.
"Hello?" she said, picking up the phone, and wondered if it was one of her best friends Shania or Carla.
"Talia? It's me." A boy said. Michael! She groaned. Talia had been going out with Michael for two months and she was already tired of him. He was cute and sensitive but he was just too much to put up with.
"Oh hi!" she said, and hoped she sounded enthusiastic.
"I was just wondering if you'd like to go…someplace." Michael said.
Talia sighed. She was bored and since none of her friends had called, she'd better make most of her Saturday with Michael.
"Umm… okay! What time?"
Michael hesitated. "Uh… can you make it seven?"
"Okay. But where should we go?" Again Michael hesitated, and Talia started to get irritated.
What's his problem? Why does he take so long to answer all the time?
"It's a surprise. Just trust me okay?" he said. Talia made a face. Why should she bother to trust him when she was going to dump him any day soon?
"Okay, bye!" she said and slammed the phone down. She walked over to her closet and pulled out a pair of faded jeans and a light brown shirt. Why bother to dress up for him, she thought. She removed a denim jacket to wear on top of her shirt. It was still raining and was getting colder by the minute.
I wonder where he's taking me?