You know that feeling you get, when you don't want to do something, or go to a specific place, but that small part of you is screaming, "Just go!"..? That's what I'm feeling now.
"Forever, answer your damn father. He's going to break our phone." My mother said, with a deep tone. "Why, all he's gonna do is tell me more lies." I admitted. My mother knew it was true, yet she rolled her eyes, and handed me the phone, like I was a child who was out of reach.
I grabbed the phone, and clicked a round button naming, "Caller ID list", and chose the one that said, 'dad'. It rang once, twice, three times, then I heard a girl, a young one, in her teens it seemed like. "Uhh, hello?" I heard her say. I paused for a little while, hearing her voice echo more than once in my head. "Hey, is Paul there?" I studdered saying his name. "Sure let me get him!" She exclaimed playfully. Another long pause, I could hear voices in the backround, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. The pause grew longer, finally I heard..
Beep beep beep.. I threw the phone into its holder, and looked at my mom. The next thing I know, I yelled, and awoke in my bed the next morning.
I threw the sheets over my head, then realized I should've gotten up awhile ago. I slowly dragged the sheets off my face, and turned my head towards the alarm clock. It read, 9:06. "Shit! I'm late!"
