Remember to Forget Me

Chapter 10 [Revised]

Um… can I say that this was probably the worst night of my life? So apparently, they’d recently had a boy and named him Yash - which I should know, is an Indian name. I’d once had a good friend named Yash. So Yash is still a baby and he CRIES. Boy, does that baby CRY! He cried the entire night so I could hardly get to know any of the girls’ or talk to Ryan. After dinner I just quietly excused myself and went up to my room to go on Facebook or something. Well that didn’t exactly happen because Yash was crying and throwing a tantrum and punching air with his little fists. So he knocked over some cords and wireless stuff, just computer things - ok, things necessary to give laptops and computers in this home Internet. So when he was punching air with his tiny little steel iron whatever fists, he knocked those stuff over. So no more Internet! At least until the Internet guy comes. I don’t have a TV in my room either. 

By the way, did I ever describe my room to you? I don’t think I did, so I will now. Ok, so this is a room that I’ve had ever since I was little when me and Ryan were best friends and sometimes I’d get bored or whatever while I was supposed to be sleeping so the adventurous little me would bravely climb the tree and go into that room, which used to be for storage, until the Mason’s found out and gave me a little bed and stuff. So I’d climb in there and go out the door and run into Ryan’s room and tell him that I was there. So when I got my little bed and stuff, I would constantly sleep over at his house, and there was a room for Ryan at mine. Even when Ryan went to sleep away camp I would stay in my room at the Mason’s. Pointless, I know, might as well just stay in the same room together. But as we turned 9, our parents decided it’s for the best to keep us separate, mostly because we were LOUD, screaming at each other and laughing in the middle of the night. It used to be pale pink, and it had daisies painted on the walls. I had a little twin bed and a bean bag and that was basically it. I kept my favorite book Cinderella in there. I loved that book. Now, I got to redecorate it, it’s a paler pink, and I have a desk and a king size bed. I have a wardrobe on one side of the wall, because there are no closets. I have a shelf across from my bed which holds all my books, and that’s really it for my room. 

Ok, anyways, back to dinner. The Mason’s and the Coleman’s were talking really loudly over the crying of baby Yash and I had a terrible headache. I ate a bit of the mashed potatoes and after a while I just got sick and felt like throwing up. I had a bit of Mrs. Coleman’s Oat-Boat. It was like a watermelon without the watermelon only the whatchamacallit. The little bowl-like thingy. It had oats with marinara sauce, and what tasted like tartar sauce but Mrs. Coleman insisted it was ketchup. Weird…. 

Wow… I felt so much like crap and now, without the loud sound of Yash crying (it’s only faint now), I feel so much more relaxed. 

I step inside my bathroom that is next to my door. It used to be Ryan’s second bathroom - he has one inside his room that lucky booger. In my bathroom, I have a bathtub, a shower, a sink, a toilet, the usual. Then I have a little closet thing and inside I have shelves. On the top shelf I have my curling and flat iron and blow dryers and on the second and third I have hair stuff and cleansers and random items. The bottom shelf has a door thingy, in there, I keep my pampering stuff, like bath bombs and whatnot.  I reach inside the pamper shelf thingy and randomly take out a lavender scented bath bomb [A/N: I DON’T REALLY KNOW WHAT BATH BOMBS ARE. I’VE JUST HEARD OF THE NAME BEFORE SO BEAR WITH ME - IT’S THE ONLY PAMPERING BATH THINGY I KNOW!]. 

“SOPH?! SOPHIA? OH MY GOD PLEASE TELL ME YOU AREN’T DEAD! SOPH OPEN UP!” I open my eyes and hear Ryan pounding on the door. 

“What? Ryan, I’m fine!” I say. 

“Dude you’ve been in there since 9 PM. It’s already 1 in the morning!” 

“What?! You mean I fell asleep?!”