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EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the night Rick Finnegan kissed me, changed my life, but not in the way I'd expected. He had given me a ride home for my best friend belive Carlson's house, where we'd all been drilling one another on vocabulary for the P S A. T s. There we were sitting in his dad's Buick outside the Palm's Bungalow Apartments where my mom and I live went out of nowhere. Rick slipped his arm around me. I don't know what got into him, but one minute he'd been defining the word a locker tea, and the next thing I knew, he was demonstrating it. He moved across the seat so fast that I didn't have time to react. Suddenly his mouth was on mine. Instinctively, I closed my eyes and he kissed me. Amy, I I think I'm starting to like you, Rick whispered. My eyes flew open in surprise, but instead of seeing Rick, I saw Chris Shepard, who's on my swim team, the Dolphins and in my physics class, to he's also the guy I've been daydreaming about for weeks. I'm the one you really want, Chris, in my mind, said I gasped and jumped away from Rick, leaving him to kiss air where my face had been. Rick, I shrieked, staring at him. Amy, Rick said, looking sheepish. Are you mad? What's wrong? No, nothing. I stuttered, trying to collect my thoughts. I couldn't believe that Rick Finnegan, my buddy since kindergarten, had just kissed me. I put my hand on his shoulder. Look, Rick, I said gently. I'm very flattered. You're a great guy, but we're friends, and I'd like to keep it at that. I've got so much going on right now. I don't have time for romance, but Rick didn't look convinced. Amy, he said, twisting a lock of my straight brown hair around his finger. You know what they say about all work and no play? Maybe, I said, stepping out of the car. But all play and no work gets you a career dipping cones at the Dairy Queen. Actually, I didn't say that I didn't even think up this perfect come back until the next day. What came out instead, where my mother's words, words often meant for me your passion is misguided, I informed him, closing the door behind me. My what I saw. Ricks Lips formed the question behind the window glass right before I waved and turned away