Here I was, 19 years old and dating a wrestler. To make matters worse, a wrestler my brother never will approve of! Ya’ see, I’m dating Bradshaw and my brother’s the Undertaker. I don’t really understand Mark’s problem with him. My sister, Betty, keeps telling me to just ignore Mark, but how can you ignore a person who is on you’re back constantly telling you what to do!
    "Hannah!"
    "What, Mark!"
    "Justin’s on the phone!"
    "I’ll take it in my room."
    "Hey babe."
    I just love it when he calls me that! "Hey, how are ya’ doing?"
    "Doing good, would you like to be my valet?"
    "Would I ever, sure!"
    "I’ll see you tomorrow."
    "You bet, love you."
    "Bye."
    I was past excited. I’m gonna be his valet. The only problem was Mark.
    "You’re gonna what!"
    "I’m gonna be his valet."
    "Not under my roof you’re not."
    "Mark, shut up!"
    "Betty, she is not gonna do this."
    "Why shouldn’t she, she loves him, he loves her, where could they go wrong."
    "Everywhere."
    "Hey, Mark!"
    "What Hannah!"
    "I love you."
    "I love you too."
    "No you don’t!"
    "What do you mean?"
    "If you love me, you’ll let me make my own decisions."
    "You’re right, go ahead and do it."
    "Told you you’d see things my way." That was when I was chased all over the house. Mark could never catch me though.
    I was a little excited about the job, but a little scared. What if I tripped and fell all the way down the ramp. Hey, I’m Hannah Spearitt, bad things don’t happen to me! I just hoped I was right. I had no idea of what was lying ahead of me.

    Copyright 1999 by Hannah Spearitt

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