|Zahaire|
Bray What just happened
You just sent an iMessage game. Wanna play?
Bray how
It's fun. Just try and hit my penguins offa the ice.
Bray I AM NOT DOIJG THAT PENGUINS 🐧 SHOUDLNT BE FORCED TO GET HIT FOR OUR ENJOYMENT
Bray MY PHONE 📱 IS STUCK IN YELL MODE HOW DO I FIX IT
Bray ZAHAIRE HELP ME
Bray I DONT WANT 2 YELL @ YOU
God Braylon...chill out with the spamming.
Just click the arrow that has a little line under it.
Bray thank you 🙏🏾 😊
No problem dude. You don't have to use the little pictures (we call em emojis) just cause they pop up yk
I feel something hit my shoulder and I ignore it. Something else flies right over my head. I look up to see Chris getting ready to throw another piece of balled up paper at me.
"You weren't even listening to me." Chris states as he throws the crinkled up paper at me. It hits my shoulder and bounces onto my bed.
"I was listening...you were telling me your major right?" I pause. "What was it again?"
"An anger management coach." Chris says as he reaches towards the ceiling for no reason.
"You're in school to be what?" I ask Chris once more.
I can't believe his answer the first time. There's no way he's being serious. I stare at Chris and he feels me looking at him. He looks me dead in the eyes and repeats himself.
"An anger management coach."
I shake my head.
"Ain't no way you're serious bro!" I say. "You can barely control your own anger."
Chris gets ready to protest but my phone begins to ring.
I glance down at the screen and let out a sigh. My moms calling me.
"I gotta take this, sorry."
Chris nods and grabs his computer and headphones.
"Hello?" I state into the phone.
"ZAHAIRE STACY COLEMAN?!" My mom yells into the phone.
I wince at her loud voice and at the fact that she used my horrible middle name.
"Heyyy mom. Long time no speak."
"Hell yeah, long time no speak! Where the fuck have you been?" My mom rages.
"Julia, calm down. He is just enjoying college, baby." I hear my dad's voice in the background.
"Am I on speaker? Sup Dad."
"Hello son."
"He sure as hell makes time to call or text us when he needs that money though. I should cut your spoiled black ass off, not even a text asking how I am. I could've died and you would've never known cause you never text me..."
"-Mom, you're being so dramatic. I've just been busy with school an-."
"Come on!" Chris yells. "Look behind you!"
"Sorry...my roommate must be watching some horror film or something. But I've been busy showing a new friend around town..he's a little different so I have to make sure he doesn't do anything idiotic." I ramble on. "I know that's no excuse and I'm a horrible son for not calling you for a while but I really am sorry. Sorry..."
There's a moment of silence before my mom speaks again.
"Oh- okay...I'll forgive you this time Coleman."
"Son! Have you started investing in those Stocks I told you about?" My dad asked.
I sigh.
Here we go again...
"No dad, no."
"When are you going to start that? The stock market has some good up and coming stocks that you could buy."
My dad rambles on about stocks that I'm missing out on. I catch up with my parents and find out that they're planning on adopting some kid.
I know it's selfish of me, but I feel a tightness in my chest. A wave of jealousy crosses over me.
What since I'm in college now they're going to replace me?
My voice comes out a bit dry and unenthusiastic.
"That's uh- that's great for you guys. I hope you enjoy it."
"Would you rather have a little sister or a little brother?" My dad asked.
How about none of the above?
"Sister.." I reply.
That way I'll be their only son...
After twenty more minutes of talking the phone call finally ends because my parents have to meet up with their Country Club friends.
YOU ARE READING
The Secrets Among Us
Science Fiction"W-what is it?" I ask, too afraid to look at the body again. "Look!" He wretches. "I was hoping you'd tell me..." I whimper and slowly turn towards the body. The muscles all over the body are all contracting and twitching. -- The art for the cover i...
