Hazy Days

Awkward

When school was over, me and Andrew headed over to a small café a block away from the school.

All we ended up talking about was birthdays, family, friends, and just some random things. When it was over and we finished eating, he took me home and that was it. I don't know why but I was kind of expecting more stuff to happen. Doesn't really matter I guess. I say bye to him and wave as he gets in his car and drives away. As I start to go inside, I'm looking down as I walk. 

I really don't wanna fall again cause my hand is still healing. Sure enough, there's a couple of things I see on the cement that I would have tripped over. I gladly step over them and stride right through the door, up the stairs, and into my room. 

I sit on my bed and fall back so that I'm laying down. I don't know what to do now. Should I go to bed or maybe I should call Penny? I end up choosing to go to sleep and head into the bathroom with my pajamas to change. When I step into the bathroom, I go to set my clothes on the back of the toilet seat but I freeze. What the hell? The pen that I clearly remember throwing out of my window is sitting there. Like it's been there forever. I know I have the matching one that's mine in my backpack so this has to be the other one. 

I sit down on the side of my bathtub. I have my pajamas in my lap and my head in my hands. I need to think. I can't think. What the heck was going on? Am I going crazy? Is it some weird dream that I keep having when, really, the pen was there all along? I put my pajamas on top of the toilet and the pen in my backpack next to the other one and lay down. Just waiting to finally fall asleep.