That was my usual Christmas break routine and three days in, I could say I was right on schedule with a second bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios and a carton of strawberry milk at 2:30 in the afternoon watching another Adam Sandler movie in my bedroom.
My phone started buzzing from my bedside table and I reached for it without tearing my eyes off the screen. I peeked at the screen and found a text from Maki.
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I giggled.
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Maki was one of the fastest texters I knew so I merely had to wait half a minute till she replied with consecutive texts.
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With that, I sighed and paused the movie. I put my bowl of cereal on the bedside table and grabbed my laptop. Fifteen minutes later, I was looking at the screen with the signature distressed look from my best friend up close.
"They kept calling me the arrogant disrespectful know-it-all all because I got mad and told them a girl can wear whatever she wants."
I gave her a sympathetic look. "Did you expect anything less?"
"No but it astounds me how it still manages to surprise me."
"I'm sorry you have to go through this," I said, "If it helps, my dad's been extra clingy since Saturday."
