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Part 2; The Choice
As Tim drove home, he thought about what Michael had said and, more importantly, how he had said it. Tim was worried about the nervousness of Michael. Michael had changed, but Tim didn’t know how he had changed, yet.
Tim drove by his house, and continued to drive up to where Michael’s house was supposed to be. He noticed, that as he got closer to the house, the darker the sky became. When Tim parked his car and got out of his car, he looked toward the beach and saw an incredible sight. There were no starts out on this night, even though it was extremely clear and cold. The stars appeared to be underwater, lighting up the fine white sand of the beach. Tim stared at this for what seemed like minutes, then he turned around and started to walk up to Michael’s house.
Michael’s house was very large and very old. The house was white with a navy blue trim. The windows were all dark, making the house almost invisible to the naked eye. Tim never tried to get past the gate, and Tim did not like the house. But if it worked for Michael, it couldn’t be all that bad, Tim thought. And Michael was not here, Tim thought, did I come early? No, I couldn't have. Tim remembered lines from Romeo and Juliet about the time when Romeo came to the Capulet house, "I fear, too early: for my mind misgives some consequence yet hanging in the stars shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this night's revels and expire the term of a despised life closed in my breast by some vile forfeit of untimely death. But He, that hath the steerage of my course, direct my sail!"
15 minuets later, Tim finally got back to his home. He felt relieved not to be at the beach and definitely not to be at Michael’s house. Something about Michael had changed. It was definitely his eyes. His eyes were not a pale blue anymore. They were a strange yellowish color, and they were definitely not contacts. Tim put all of those worries out of his head as he slowly fell to sleep in the comfort and security of his own bed. The next morning dawned clear and bright. Tim rose later than normal on this day.
"Today, feels like an important day," said Tim happily. Tim had put all of his thoughts about Michael away in a box in the corner of his mind.
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