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4 | Inquiry

I stare at my ceiling, listening to a "The Cab" playlist on Pandora.

That was fun...dammit I should have let him walk me home! Maybe I should call him..wait do I even have his number? Shit! Is it too clingy to ask? Isn't the guy supposed to ask the girl for her number? Ugh, screw these stereotypes...I'll just ask him tomorrow.

I turn around on my bed so I'm laying with my tummy on my bed. I flip open my laptop and power it on.

Social media here I come...

I click on a shortcut for Facebook and scroll through my feed.

...does Calvin have a Facebook?

I direct my cursor to the search box and type his name in.

Calvin

Wait what's his last name? Shit!

I slam my head on my laptop in frustration.

Ow..

I rubbed my forehead and felt a small bump where my head had hit the edge of the computer.

Dammit.

I run across my room to the large body mirror leaning against my old, wooden cabinet. The wood looks like it's rotting but I like the look of it. I'm into that worn look of furniture.

I lean closer to the mirror and rub my head again, checking how bad my bump is.

It's not too noticeable. Great.

I wonder if he'll notice. I have to stop thinking about him. But there are so many questions unanswered...like what's he doing after high school? It's only the first week of school and I'm already obsessed with him.

I turn up my music even more, hoping that it will drown out the thought of Calvin swimming in my mind.

But life is so boring without a crush...I have nothing to look forward to when I wake up. Going to school just seems less enthusiastic without a crush. Wait..are we even friends? Of course we are, he invited me to hang out with him. You wouldn't invite just an acquaintance to go to an arcade would you? Maybe not someone you hate though. At least that's something.

"Ava!" a voice interrupts my thoughts.

"Yes mother?"

"Is that your music blaring through the house? Turn it down a bit please."

I sigh lightly.

"Sorry mom," I say while gradually lowering the music that is flowing from the speakers of my laptop.

"Thanks sweetie!"

I hear her footsteps echo down the hall, and flop back down on my bed, staring at the ceiling once more. I tilt my head up just enough to peek at my alarm clock.

11?

Shit! I have to go to sleep! If I want to go to the early meeting about joining the Creative Writing Club.

I crawled under my blankets and click off my bedside lamp. I turn my T.V. to sleep mode and snuggle down under my covers, flip myself over so my stomach is once again facing down, and close my eyes. My mind is still swirling with questions about Calvin.

I'll just ask him tomorrow or something...

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I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock/radio blaring music throughout my room. I yawned while stretching my arms and my legs. I sat up in my bed and saw that my kitty, Abigail, was sleeping on my lap. I scratched the back of her ear and she opened her bright, green eyes and yawned.