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Waiting for your call



As i sit here inticpating my only thoughts

I wonder when he is going to call

He saw me at his locker

And he spoke his soft words

What is your name?

May i have your phone number and call you?



Now i wait by the phone

The tv is off the music is low but no call

Soon the clock hits 10pm no call

So i said screw this and go to bed

Crying and feeling like i've been part of a joke

In my doubts who would want me

why would anyone like me

So i cry myself to sleep

The next morning school was diffrent

I didnt see that boy, Figures he'd be to chicken to be yelled

at by me.



I was ready to yell at him.

I go to class and on the annoucment we hear "Class we are

sadden to say that our fellow student james was in a car

accident."

me thinking "could this be the boy who asked for my

number?"

those thoughts in my head just faded away

so class is over and i head back to my locker and see a sign on that

boys locker get better soon James,

Omg it was james

omg he was injured

So i managed to get out of school and go visit james in the

hospital, he was banged up pretty bad and i saw he was not

awake. So i whipered "James, It's ok you didn't call me. I

forgive you"

And i saw a note pad and wrote "James, it's Julie,

i am not mad that you didn't call me. i was worrried though."

signed Julie



So i drive back home praying James will be ok

So i am upstairs writinng my essay when the phone rings, I

answered the phone and I hear the words "Julie" in a very soft,

weak voice say "I love you" and it was James. we talked for

2 min and he then hung up. The next day, James had passed

away. I cried and then thought his last final words were of

"I love you"

and he called me, because i was waiting for his call