It was a week later and Kiersey was in the waiting room of the sonographer, waiting to be called up for her first..She was supposed to have done this for the first time last week but it had been postponed due to one medical situatuon at the clinic or the other. She wasn't too sure. The merry-as-a-cricket secretary that had spoken to her over the phone had said it was something to do with the clinic or was it the sonographer? And could they schedule her for next week Tuesday?She tried to feel comfortable in the plush tangerine leather three-seaters in the reception. There were three short rows of the seats to the right of the reception room, an elevated receptionist's desk occupied the left side of the room opposite them and the professional's door stood at the end of the room on that side.The young couple in front of her tittered again and she looked up from her phone. The twosome spotted bottle-red hair and looked to be about twenty one. Twenty three tops. There bright heads were

Thursday afternoon found Kiersey in the teacher's cafeteria sipping on a freezing milkshake when the message came in.She had sent that message two days ago and had pretty much forgotten about it, so seeing a follow-up message pop up on her notification bar out of nowhere had surprised her.A message from the_marigna_fry_official: Kiersey? My Kiersey??? OMG, HI!!!!!Almost choking on her milkshake, she excused herself from the table of five and the current discussion to find an empty seat. Her pulse had gone into a mad orbit in the time it took her to relocate. Her nerves were alive with bubbles of apprehension and part-excitement.kiey_west: Yeah, it's me! I so didn't expect to get a reply. How have you been??Her thumb hovered above the send button. She stared at what she had typed and quirked her lips. It sounded a bit cheesy. What else could she say that didn't? Wouldn't it be tacky too if she went and sounded too formal? They hadn't been in contact for years, after all, so a lot