ANNA'S VIEW
"Drake, come back here, and let's talk about this," I begged. He came over and glared at me. I wasn't afraid; I knew what I wanted to say to him. I knew that me telling him not to leave would fall on deaf ears, but I had to try and make him stay.
"Why, so you can convince me not to leave?" Drake questioned me.
"That's the idea," I confessed. "Well, you are wasting your time." He told me.
"Why don't you hear me out before considering going?" I urged.
"Okay, what do you have to say? Or is it a 500-word essay you are going to dredge up in ten seconds?" he said, glaring at me, with a frown on his face.
"Neither of the above," I said.
"Make it quick because I leave in an hour," he announced.
"What! Are you leaving so suddenly? And you waited to tell me about this, only at the last minute?" I interrogated him.
