That night I had butterflies in my tummy, I couldn't sleep I was nervous about the next day, I had weird dreams when I finally fell asleep. But the bad side of it, what if Alfie finds out who I am? What if he reacts? My anxiety increased, I felt stupid for calling him 2 days straight. I feel stupid for even coming up with this idea. I eventually fell asleep.
The next morning I got up quite late, I decided to have a lay-in. Our street was quite busy as usual; morning drop offs, rushing to school, waiting in line for one cup of coffee, and then there was Alfie. Waiting for his mum to drop him off like a wannabe (pulling the door handle with no patience) I stared at him for a while. I heard my mum shout at me, I replied with "Muuuuuuum, I don't wanna go, I feel sick". Within at least 10 seconds you could hear her footsteps as she was coming up the stairs, I rushed back to bed with a huge panic attack, she opens the door and pulls the blinds up. "How sick are you feeling?"
"Sick enough that I could chuck up any minute?!"
"Well that explains your 'pale' face". I hate my mum's sarcasm. She walked over to me and put her back of her hand on my forehead "Hmmm, abit of a temperature..,"
"See!, I told you that I was.., .. Feeling quite bad" I tried ending that sentence but my mum walked out. 'Yes' I thought 'No school for moii'. It took at least 7 hours to come up with what to say to Alfie. 3:30 and Alfie comes back home from school, his usual routine is to get changed, and head off to his dad's cafe. I waited till he went in and for his dad to get out, which he did. I made my way to the house phone- took charge of it and rushed back to my room. I locked the door and headed to the window and dialed the cafe's number. 0664 8832096, it rang and he answered it.
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Mysterious Girl -
Teen FictionAbout a girl who tries to find her true love through...