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    “My name is Bette Porter…and this is my story” chpt 3 of 5


    My name is Bette Porter…and this is my story…

    October 30, 1940

    It was the first day of class. Boy, was I excited. The day when me and Tina would be face to face at once. The opportunity to pick up where we left off twelve years ago. So I hoped. The sound of the school bell ringing around campus woke up a startled Vicky. She yarned and rubbed her eyes. She then sat up in bed at the same time I did. She gazed over at me and smiled.

    “Showtime…”

    “You got that right.” I pulled the sheets back and placed my feet on to the hardwood floor. I was looking for my slippers. I believe they’re under the bed. It’s best to have them around at all times. I’ve gotten at least a dozen splinters within the last month I’ve been here. Hardheated…I know. I am.

    “So, are you nervous?”

    “A little. But, I’m hoping that everything works out. I’m trying to think of how will I react if she says she has a boyfiend. What if she has a baby?”

    “I doubt that.” She pushed her sheets away and sat up.

    “You think so?”

    “Yeah. Most girls now a days with babies can’t afford to go to school, yet stay away at college on some campus for a whole year.”

    “I think you may just have a point. Most of the woman where I’ve come from had children and barely was able to move around without them constantly chasing them around in the fields.”

    “Yeah?”

    “Yeah. I’m glad I left. I had to better myself anyway. Being like my father wasn’t the life I wanted to live. I thought that I deserved better than being with him and watching him treat people like shit.” I rose from my bed and stretched. Boy was I tired. Vicky and I talked a majority of the night about class the next morning.

    “Hmm. Well, I’m happy you’re here with me. You’ve given me something to look up to. I never thought much about my life and what I wanted to do with it. But, when I met you, my thoughts changed, and somehow or another I’m ready to take that step. I’m ready to be somebody.”

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    Comments

    1. Wonderful. I knew you wouldn’t disappointment. I’m with lamentamini. It does look like something’s about to happen next chapter…will it? I sure hope you have something good instored. Surprise me. I’m waiting. You have two more to go. You’re doing fantastic. Please continue…Later

    2. I love this story. These two are so into each other that they do not see the world around. That is the way it should be in any time period. A person should be able to love whom ever they want. Please post soon.

    3. This is really good! It started off heavy and now it is lightening up a bit…but it’s still deep. Thanks for having the courage to write it with the many critics on this board. GREAT work!!

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