Everything seemed to go fine that Friday morning when I was getting ready to go to San Fran. I got off of work on time, I was going to get a ride to the airport from my godparents, finally finished packing which took forever. All I needed to do was call my godmother to pick me up and take me to the airport where I would meet Tim and start having fun in San Fran, but noooo my luck is never that good. I call my godmother at the time she told me to call her, and she said that it wouldn't be enough time, and I would miss my flight if I waited for her, so my best bet was to call a cab. A little angry at the fact that I would have to pay, when I was suppose to get a ride from her, I called the cab in a rush because they are usually good at picking me up in 15 mins. Unfortunately the cab gods were not on my side. They said that one should be there 15-30mins, and to call if they are not there yet. Well I waited, and wait, and etc, still no cab, so I called and they said that they are trying to get me one. Hours pass, and I kept calling, and still no cab. I was getting mad; my godparents said it was getting late for them to take me to the airport now, and there was no one to take me to the airport. I was so angry I wanted to cry, but since I am the type to repress those kind of emotions I held it in. Tim was trying hard to calm me down, but I just wanted to scream and get out of there anyway I could. My flight did end up being delayed, but after 3hrs of no cab, and still at my dorm I still missed my flight. Fortunately I got a hold of uncles girlfriend, and took me to the airport. I get to the airport on a standby flight, and finally make it to San Fran. I was so angry that day, that I forgot about being nervous to meet Tim for the first time, and my nerves about going to the gathering. Tim was helpful on making me look on the brighter side, and I thank him for that.
This year I got to go to the San Fran gathering at pier 39, but making it to San Fran was one of my biggest problems I had to face. When talk about the San Fran gathering in December started, I was 95% sure I wasn't able to go. I would be in the middle of school, and i would have no one to go with me on the trip. With lots of convincing and a great time at the last gathering I got the OK to go on the trip. I thought my mother was going to go with me, but with money it was going to be really hard for her to make it. Luckily for me, my friend Tim was also going on the trip, but like me waited til the last minute to find a hotel to stay at. He came up with the idea that we should share a room to save on money, and we could hang out at the gathering together. The only problem was telling my mom "I want to share a hotel room with a boy I've known for about 3-4 months, by ourselves in a city I've never been to before." Yea not the best way to explain or tell my mother that, so I had to come up with some story that would allow me to go. I could only come up with the idea that my friend Lyssa was going with me, but that didn't seem like it was enough to work with, so Michelle told me to tell my mom that Tim was also going, but he was MEGA gay. I tried it, and it worked! The only problem was finding a good hotel that was close and cheap. Time was running short, and no good hotel. Tim said screw it, we're staying at my aunt's house. I was worried about that, but the stay would be free, and at a home. The only problem was explaining this to my mother again, but she understood and was OK with this. Everything seemed to go well until the day i had to leave........
To continue where I left off, she went to the gathering all nervous and such, but had the support of her good friend to keep her nerves at ease. She met lots of interesting people and when the mystery man(PS) appeared, she was excited to meet him. They hugged, laughed and joked around, but just like Cinderella she had to be home at a certain time. Upset she said her last good-byes to her new friends she made, and gave her last hug to (PS). Time passed and they still talked, but he responded to her less and less. He spent most of his time talking to another girl, which made her lust for him slowly die. Even though this made her sad to lose him, she was glad that her obsession with his pervyness was over... or so she thought. Another get-together is coming up, and this will test if there is anything left for them to make their friendship something more. Should she make sure he behaves like a good boy? Or turn his world upside down by letting the bad girl side of her come out how he likes? Time will only tell, so.................... til next time