Can You reach the moon?

Chapter Three

I tried looking for a notebook, only a diary could be found. "Um. Are you sure you have the... Well... Things that we could use to study for?" "I've only got a phone-oh! Micah just texted me... Hold on..."

I waited for three minutes. "Done?" "Wait... We're discussing the tests..."

Five minutes. "Done now?" "Hold on-She's worrying about her grades..."
Ten minutes passed. "Are you done n-" Her phone rang. "It's Micah. She wants to call. Do you mind if I take this?"

"No, no, not at all. Go ahead..."
I regret saying that, I should've said "I do mind, we need to study. This is a big test that can make us become good people one day. There is no time for calling Micah!"

I left her room and decided looking for the video games under the TV.
"Smash explosion two... Cupcake and Berrymuffin-the last cherry battle? Ugh... J-Corn Cob... Romantic pride-part three to six?" What type of shop sells these? I thought. Oh no. "Cupcake and Berrymuffin. The explosive sprinkle invasion of icing island?"

I was busy looking at the trash and suddenly, a decent video game. I place it in the player but then-it was unavailable?
"Rachel!" Derek cried from downstairs. "I've decided on maybe we play a game of Cherry battle?" "Oh yes Derek! Coming!" She slid down the banister and landed with a harsh thump.

That night, Rachel's family and I were sitting around the table, twisting our forks around an extremely skippering bowl of spaghetti.
"How's the studying sweetpops?" Rachel's mother asked. "It was good. Learnt the brightest star and all that stuff..." Rachel responded. I glared at her in disappointment. How could she lie? We did no studying at all. All she did was talk to Micah and play a useless game of the adventures of Cupcake and berry buffalo or something.

The next day she kept on excusing herself because of her friends. We hardly studied. Then the next day arrived, then the other day, it kept on going on. She kept on distracting herself while I was left to play with her brothers on a game of Cupcake and Berrymuffin. I hated it. Then on the last daylf the week, Saturday, I was determined to find out about what was wrong.

I found her outside, repeatedly kicking the ball towards the fence. She seemed grumpy about something. "Rachel" I told her. "What?" She asked. . "What's going on?"
She released the ball from her grip and sat on a pile of bricks (they were meant to be a fireplace) in the corner. I joined with her. "What is going on? Why do you keep on avoiding the learning we're meant to do?"

"Um... I don't know!" She checked her phone. "Ugh. Another text".

"From?" "Micah". "Give me that!" I shouted. "Go away!" She cried, standing up and dashing for the door. "Give me!" "Mum!" "Give me that phone!" "Never!"

I grabbed the phone and checked the notifications. "There really isn't a text!". Rachel sat on her bed and cried.