The next day, when Bob came over, I was afraid to be near him. In fact, I was hiding in my room.

"You're not supposed to be here, especially after what you did to Mary Anne," said Grandma Verna.

"I'm forbid you to be see or call her," said Dad.

"Why?" asked Bob.

"Because I said so," replied Dad in his firm voice. "Is that good enough for you?"

"And, she's even scared to see you. If you want to see her again, you better act mature," added Grandma Verna. "And, your mother doesn't like the way you act or treat Mary Anne at all."

"So what?" asked Bob.

"Do not be fresh," said Grandma Verna. "If you're going to act like that, leave here and do not return."

She threw him out and locked the door on him.

"There. That should take care of him," said Grandma Verna.

Two days later, I came home from the mall happily. Bob and I had just made up. It was about time.

"Whoa, what's up?" asked Grandma Verna.

"Bob and I finally made up," I replied. "I told him I wanted us to make up. I even told him off that he better not embarrass me like that way again."

"Good," said my grandmother.

"I know," I agreed.

That afternoon, I had the stitches taken off. I keep getting headaches until Wednesday. On Friday, we left the house to catch a ten o'clock flight. We were back in Stoneybrook by two in the afternoon. I'm glad Bob and I made up in time. I didn't plan on telling the others unless they ask me how was the trip.

Later, I did tell the others about what happened.

"But Bob and I just made up though. I was terrified when I found out about his biploar," I said.

"I believe it," agreed Dawn.

"School's almost here already," I said.

We talked a lot about the trip.

The End.