A girl my age

Chapter 3

I walk away with not much else said to each other. I think back to our conversation, we talked as if we were friends. But I know nothing about her, the only thing I know is that she has biology with me. Was she always that nice? But there's no way, all of her friends are bitches who think they're better than everybody. How can a nice girl like her, have such horrible friends? 

I think about this as I slowly walk into my house through the sliding door. I could hear a commercial on the tv as soon as I walked in. I lock the back door and walk into the living room seeing my mom passed out on the couch alone. As I'm about to walk to her, I hear a loud thud coming from the hallway, I quickly turn to see what it was. And a tall young guy comes out from the hallway, it must've been the guy she went out with. We both stare at each other for a moment not knowing what to say, "are you, her roommate?" he asks me in a calm tone. I knew my mom must've lied to him about her age, or at least just not have told him. "I'm her daughter actually" I tell him, I smile slightly at the shocked and confused look on his face, he stutters between his words, trying to think of the right things to say, finally he says, "tell her I'll call her back" and he rushes through the door and out the house. I look back down at my mom, who's still passed out on the couch. I sigh and put her legs on the couch, pulling a blanket on her, and turning off the tv. Even though I was pissed she kicked me out in the middle of the night, she was still my mom, and I never be truly mad at her.

I lay down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling, I think about Zaylee. How her face still looked just as beautiful even when she was tear-stained and tired. How she talked to me as if we'd known each other for years. I smile to myself thinking about her, maybe that's why I wasn't as mad that I got kicked out, I wouldn't have talked to Zaylee and gotten to known her more if it wasn't for it. Maybe I can try talking to her again in biology class and talk about meeting up again. But I quickly stopped my hopeful thinking, I realized who exactly I was thinking about. Zaylee-fucking-brown, the most beautiful cheerleader in our school, the girl who's only dated the popular male athletes at our school. And the most important thing, the girl who I've never talked to ever. All this meeting up again was nothing but a fairytale I'm telling myself, the conversation we had was a onetime thing, one thing that would never happen again.

I let out an aggravated sigh and cover my face with my hands. How can a girl I just talked to for the first time ever get this bad of an effect on me? I've never thought about someone like this ever. I never thought about talking to someone every day, why does it have to be Zaylee of all people that has this effect on me? I continue to look up at the ceiling as I think about all this. But reality hits me on how late it might be. I look over at the clock, it was 3:43. I decided it was time to get out of my daydream and get ready for bed.  I turn my led lights low and turn to my side facing the wall as I drift off to sleep. Hoping tomorrow would be a better day