Daffodil Sprouts🌼

Ch. 37 ' And More Conflicts.

You're probably wondering, chapter 37? Yes. The following chapter turned out too short so I decided to just join it with this one. If you've read the chapter before, scroll down to where you left off and continue. If you haven't, read on!❤

There's this feeling that comes with finishing your assignment. That warm feeling of accomplishment. The endearing feeling of relief. Then that of freedom.

Pure bliss.

It's what I'm feeling right now.

I've just dropped my pen, and my elbows are resting on the table, my palms holding up my face as I stare sweetly at my reflection in the mirror.

Then I stretch my arms and release a loud yawn as I get up from the chair.

I'm sure Sam and Mal haven't finished theirs. So sure. Sam, maybe. But Mal, no. Probably on a phone call with her mystery boy as I speak.

I find myself settling back into the seat, thinking of how I haven't seen Jason for the past three days. It dawns on me that it's weird. We live in the same house, we go to the same school. I should be seeing him a million times a day. I should be seeing him so much I get tired of seeing him. But somehow . . .

Well, I would've seen him today. I could've. Why did we spend the whole lunch break arguing about stolen ice cream, Mal's incessant phone calls, and Blue-eyes' cute face instead of going to watch the match? We even spent time arguing on why they didn't tell me about it earlier. When we could've gone to watch it.

There we were, the three of us to ourselves, talking and gossiping and shading ourselves. It was much more pleasant than the promise of noisy fun from going to the school field. Anyway, I don't regret not going. I just regret not seeing Jason.

I'm not going to lie though, I can do without seeing his always-frowning face.

I arrange the notes I worked with for my assignment into a stand, and a small yellow piece of paper sticks out. A second later, and I'm grinning from ear to ear as I remove it from the pile.

Bella's appearance in the form of an early morning disturbance is forgotten.

Mom rejecting my call is forgotten.

Almost ruining my arithmetic test is forgotten.

Even the girl I c—  Sh*t. Actually forgotten.

I forgot all about her. I was supposed to report her. I was going to report her! My eyes close at the realisation.

Finding the cookies threw me off course. I was so happy to find them, that I completely forgot that I caught someone ransacking my locker.

It was the same girl who gave me the white sheet. The one in which Mom was reprimanding me. She . . . must've been trying to steal the cookies. Definitely one of Bella's puppies. Definitely.

She knew of the existence of the real letter then, that's why they tried to create a fake one. What mistake did they make in their dumb plan that the real letter still somehow ended up with me?

The real letter.

I smile as I unfold and read it again.