As I got home I smelt the glorious smell of lasagna and the sound of plates making high squeaky sounds. Mum called out " honey! Is it you at the door?" I obviously replied "yeah" I power walked to the table and mum had put the lasagne down and the beautiful smell of the steam came to my face and i dug in. Delicious. By the time I was done it was 10pm past my bed time so I ran upstairs and hopped in to my pyjamas and went to bed I squished my head onto the pillow and hugged my blanket tightly as if it was Brandon. As the sun appeared, burning my face and my alarm hurting my ears I woke up ready for the new day. All I thought about was Brandon really, and wondered if he even liked me. I mean I didn't want to go to far on things but I'm a girl who just looks and someone that looks cute and of course find out about their personality. Anyway I skipped down the stairs in to the kitchen expecting to see my mum but it turned out she left a note and scrambled eggs and bacon beside it. The letter had said "Hi dear, I'm sorry I left early but I'm going to a friends place and you can go out and maybe see the place xx " I guess it was okay for me not to come because I've already got plans. After I read the note and ate my breakfast I changed in to perfect outside clothes, locked the big door and ran off to where I first met Brandon. I saw him sitting on the grass next to the flowers holding something. I shouted " Hey Brandon!" He turned around but he didn't smile. I wonder why? I stopped running and decided to walk to him. His hands were behind his back. As I got to him I sat down.
"Why are you quiet?" I asked
"Well.."
He just wouldn't tell me. Why won't he tell me. I want to know right here right now.
" If you brought me here for nothing and hiding secrets away from me you might as well not waste my time"
He walked away silently looking at me as well. I stared at the flowers wondering. I looked at him and his hands were still in his pocket. After having his hands in his pocket for quite a long time I saw him hold something from it. He was holding something round and it was just a cut out round paper. He was walking back to me and gave it to me saying " I was too shy to give this to you" I started to blush and turned it on the right side... Wow. A smiley face with a date saying he drew that a week ago and he didn't even know me. He started to burn as I was quite annoyed with him and walked away. Why is he lying to me? Once I got into the house I looked at the window and he was sad. All he needed to do was tell me. I know we just met but I could keep a secret for him. As I looked at him again he was gone. I felt guilty for not telling him im leaving and I feel more sad how I don't know where he lives or his phone number or if I'd ever see him outside again. I walked up to my room slowly, thinking about how mean I was. But once again he just didn't tell me. I got changed in to my pyjamas again and went to bed to sleep it off and hoped that he was still thinking that we are friends because I don't know where we stand anymore.
