The Miraculous Story of Harper Lynn

Chapter 9.

     That night, as I lay in bed listening to my mother leaves for work and my father crash in bed, I ponder over the events of the day. After I had rode my bike home from Taco Bell, I took a much needed shower. (Zach had "accidentally" thrown his taco at my chest) I remember the sound of Harper's laugh when I attempted to wipe off the bean smears, so bubbly and true. The way her hair caught the last fading lights of the day when she ran her black-fingernail painted hands through it. 

I smile at the thought of it, laughing and hanging out, like a normal teenager might do, with their friends at Taco bell. The cashier was a tall lanky boy with braces and glasses that made his eyes bug out. He was flirting with Harper the whole time he took our order, and she winked at him before paying. I recall the growl of jealousy in my chest at him. 

I heave myself out of bed, and reluctantly push myself through my Algebra homework. I'm only three problems in when my phone buzzes. I see it's from Jerry.

Yo Dude, how was ya date??? ;) ;) ;)

it was NOT a date, more of a group outing. I reply. I can practically feel him shrugging. 

Whatevs. text us next time you're free, we will meet up at Nicoles. I turn my phone off. 

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I lie in bed and stare at the ceiling above me. The familiar stucco casts weird shadows, forming shapes and blocks. When I was younger, I used to find shapes or creatures and make up stories in my mind to help me fall asleep, as there was never anyone home to tuck me in. Now, I stare up at my make-believe lands, trying to imagine a land where my parents weren't always fighting or at work.

I close my eyes and sleep overcomes me.

SHORT CHAPTER SORRY