The night seems to last longer than I expect. Just thinking about it makes me restless. There's a lot happening tomorrow. I'm finally entering my last year of high school and I'm feeling apprehensive.
"What's there to be so anxious about?" I think to myself. "Anyways, if I don't get the sleep I need, I'll be late for the entrance ceremony tomorrow."
"Agh! I can't sleep!" I scream. "What am I supposed to do?"
I try finding a position that can calm me down and let me relax. I turn to rest on my back, then my left side, and as soon as I turn to rest on my right, I notice a small screen blinking. It must be my cell phone lying on the writing desk next to the door. I get up and, without bothering to turn the lights on, walk to the wooden furniture I use to work on my assignments.
"Just like I thought," I say as I reach for my cell phone. "Huh? I got a text message. But who in the world would text me at 2 o'clock in the morning?!" Right after I ask myself that, a person pops-up in my mind. A girl with blonde, shoulder-length hair and a cheerful face appears in my thoughts. "Yuko," I say. As I open the phone, the screen displays the message.
From: Yuko Sagisaka
Subject: What's up?
Hellooo, Michael! What are you doing?
"Geez, what is she thinking?" As soon as I finish that sentence, my cell phone starts ringing in my hands. It's so sudden that I almost drop it. I hurry to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Michael!!" says Yuko in a really loud voice over the phone.
"Yuko, what are you thinking?! Why did you text me and then call me in the middle of the night?!" I ask.
"Well, I couldn't sleep because I was so excited about tomorrow."
"So you decided to call me?"
"It's not like you were sleeping anyways."
"What if I was?"
"Michael, I know you better than you know your own face."
"Humph, that's not true."
"Yes too."
"Not even."
"Then I guess you already washed off that little ketchup stain on your lower lip."
"What? What stain?" As I say that, I turn on the lights and look at myself in the mirror. What? She's right! Wait... why didn't she tell me earlier then?!
"Ok, fine you win."
"Yay!"
"Still, it's pretty late to be calling me."
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Identity Crisis
Teen FictionYoung, 17-year-old, Michael Davidson struggles with the many typical problems and situations that come from being a teenager. Being the "black sheep" of the family and at the end of his high-school life, his life is pretty complicated. But his life...
