Clay
Wednesday, November 24
[tw: none]Sam
But my mom already bought the ingredients to make pizzasHis words sound disappointing in my head. Guilt fills my body.
You
Aw man. Should we make pizzas on Saturday?Sam
I'm not home then
It's my grandma's birthdayYou
Week later then?
Okay???My thumbs hover over the keys and I feel like I need to send a lot more to make up for this but I don't know what.
I decide to leave it at this and put my phone back in my bag. I know Sam doesn't text anything back. Because I don't hear my phone beep.
He'll get over it, really, it isn't that bad.
When I get on my bike, I see my reflection in the window of a shop. I barely recognize myself.
I'm still wearing my football outfit, but I have a look in my eyes I've never even seen.
I stare at my reflection for a moment. Is this really me?
Slowly I cycle away, while I think about that question.
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