Four: A Pleasant Surprise?
Daniel
I’ve rolled around, drank heaps and gallons of water, ate too many tortilla chips, tried to do all my homeworks in one snap, translate the Turkish Hymn into Arabic using my Turkish to Arabic dictionary (duh), annoy Clyde, counted my eyebrows and lashes, drew a hundred sheep, done a hundred and fifty push-ups and eighty jumping jacks and watched five movies the whole day. It was Saturday, and I couldn’t forget last night. A whole week had passed, and when I called Sophie last Wednesday to meet her today, she’d said yes. But last night, before I went to bed, I got a call from her—she cancelled out on me. She said she had to buy linen or something. Does she even have to buy linen for their cafeteria? I don’t remember that requirement. You see, it went like this:
*shake shake wet hair, just got off the shower*
Registrar: Cross. Phone. Now.
Me: Hello?
Girl: Daniel? (Oh it was her! *happy*)
Me: *about to burst, again* Oh hey! How are you? I’ll see you tomorrow, right?
Sophie: Uh… That’s why I called. You see, I have to do something tomorrow.
Me: *frown internally* Like what? *jokes* See me?
Sophie: *serious* I’m afraid that’s not it… I’m really sorry but I have to go get linen… I gotta go. Bye. I’m sorry, Daniel. Maybe next time… *phone beeps*
Me: *lonely as ever* Okay. Bye. *talks to myself* Oh hey, when’s next time, Daniel?
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I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until I fell off the couch. It was one in the morning now, according to my watch. I looked around, picked myself up and trudged around the room, possibly looking for the fridge. My brain was too puzzled to form coherent actions. When I found the fridge, I grabbed a granola bar and brought it down in two bites. I was groggy, and so after I brushed my teeth, I went to my bed. Clyde, I think, had been asleep for two hours now. His left arm was hanging off the side of his bed, his mouth open, and drool was running down the side of it. It took me five minutes to decide that that was disgusting, and then I went under my covers to resume the dream I can’t even remember I had.
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Sunday was an even more slow, slow, slow day. I don’t even want to talk about it.
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Ah, Monday. Finally.
“Ah, Monday. Finally,” What?
“Clyde, dude, are you a mind reader?” I asked Clyde as he stretched over a pile of bed sheets and unwashed shirts. He had just come off the shower, putting on a clean uniform. I was doing the same thing and apparently, we thought of the same thing, too.
“No. Why?” He flossed in front of the mirror after he said this.
“I was just thinking about the Monday thing,” I explained, proceeding to grab my backpack and head for class.
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Teen FictionSophie Call, a girl who overuses the word ‘oh’, is traumatized badly when her very own brother rapes her and she is granted a front row seat to watch the death of her mother. She then decides to run away to a place where she thinks the past won’t ha...
