Open up again || Mick Schumacher

1 - The phone call

I sat with confused but focused eyes trying to get everything the math teacher said into my head. It was the last class of the week so my attempt to focus didn't work that well. My mind we're already at my plans for the weekend and the wine night me and my friends were going to have later this day. I love spending time with my friends and especially if there's wine there too haha, I thought to myself. In the middle of my daydreaming my phone started to vibrate. It was located under the tons of notes I had been taking during all the math lessons over my junior year. I didn't really know why I had choose to study a math class. Cause the real reason I moved to Chicago 3 years ago was to study journalism. But I guess I just choose it to have something else to do then just writing exams or assignments.

I moved the notes to see what was going on, on my phone. It was a phone call from my brother Marcus. I choose to not pick up, I mean I was in the middle of a class and really had to listen to what the teacher at the very front said. A minute later my phone started to vibrate again. The same as a minute ago appeared, a call from my brother. I sighed when I saw it cause I knew that I had to take it if he called more than once. Usually he would send a message if it was something small and I didn't answer. So I understood that it was something important. Still I was frustrated and irritated. I had after all sent him my school schedule and he still called in the middle of a class.

With an attempt to be quite I tried to make my way out of the classroom. But it didn't go very well due to my irritation. On my short way to the door I managed to bring down three books and a water bottle. Luckily the bottle was sealed so I didn't have to deal with a wet denim skirt the rest of the day. The math teacher looked angry as he turned his sight from the board to me on the 8th row. I looked at him with the typical "I'm sorry" look and continued my way out of the classroom via the stairs.

After what felt like ages ago but actually was a minute I was finally in the corridor ready to answer the call. I pulled the answer button to the right and put the phone against my right ear.

- Hej (Hi), I answered with a lot of anger in my voice.

- Oj hej glädjedödare, du behöver inte låta så sur haha (Oh hey kill-joy, you don't need to sound so angry haha), he answered back with a laugh.

- Men du ringde ju i mitten av en lektion, Marcus. Och du har mitt schema! (But you called in the middle of a class, Marcus. And you have my schedule!), I said with continued anger in my voice. I only said his real name when I was angry or annoyed with him so he knew that I wasn't in the mood. Otherwise I would at all times use one of his thousand nicknames.

- Okej, okej Alice, jag fattar. Jag ska hålla mig kort. Ville du och din vänner på racet i Alabama? Jag måste veta ganska snart för att kunna fixa VIP-biljetter till er. (Okey, okey Alice, i get it. I'll keep myself short. Did you and your friend's want to come to the race in Alabama? I need to know pretty soon to be able to fix VIP-tickets for you guys.), he replied with a little bit more of a serious tone then before but with the same tongue in cheek he always used to have. I could almost see him in front of me grin a little, just hearing his voice.

- Ja, de blir iallafall jag, Léa och Noah. Är lite osäker på turturduvorna haha, om dem skulle hälsa på Jacobs föräldrar i Lansing den helgen eller helgen efter. Men kan jag höra av mig ikväll? Ska ha vinkväll med dem ikväll så kan fråga dem då. (Yes, it will at least be me, Léa and Noah. I don't know about the love birds haha, if they were to visit Jacob's parents in Lansing that weekend or the weekend after. But can I get in touch with you to night? I will have wine night with them tonight so I can ask them then.), I answered at the same time as the anger in my voice was replaced by happiness and a big smile occurred on my face. I loved watching sport, mostly Motorsport and especially when my brother were the one who raced.