The Unfortunate Life Of Amelia Thorn.

Chapter Two:

Distraught: adjective: Greatly upset by worry or distress.

This is the first word that pops into my head when my mom tiptoes into my room, opens the curtains and sings: “How are you feeling?”

I pull the covers over my head after I take a sneak peak outside.

A groggy, misty Saturday morning lies before me.

 Well, guess it’s going to be another day in bed.

With my eyes shut tightly, I lose myself for a few minutes. Memories from last night flood my brain.

Swimming..

Jay and Killian..

Julia’s birthday..

Cute guys..

CELLPHONE BOY!

I throw my covers off my face and sit up, the shock of realization shoots through me.

“Cellphone-Boy..”, I mutter as I feel around for my phone. I turn the bed over in search of my Blackberry, almost burying my cat under a mountain of dirty clothes I find on my bed.

“Shoot-a-chicken! Cracker, where’s mommy’s phone?”

Communicating with my cat has become a new hobby ever since I realized that her ear-twitching and grunts were a way of telling me things like: “Get off me.” And “Feed me.”

But it’s better to have a ‘conversation’ with her, than be bombarded with question after question every time I open my mouth.

“Meeeoow..”, she drones and seats herself on one of my brightly coloured pillows, staring up at me as if I was the one that ate flip-flops for breakfast, which is incidentally one of her many talents.

 “Right, cause you don’t care..”, I moan, and resume searching.

Under the bed- NO.

In between sheets- NO.

In my jeans’ (which I am coincidentally still wearing from last night) – NO.

“JOSH! WHERE’S MY PHONE, TWERP?!” , I screech, knowing that only my brother could make such a diabolical move.

I stomp down the hallway and burst into his room, finding him seated on his bed reading comics. His ears are enclosed in ginormous red headphones which, consequently, are attached to my phone. I snatch it away before looking at the song.. One of our favourites.

“WHAT”S YOUR PROBLEM? I WAS JUST LISTENING TO MUSIC, DUDE!”

“Yeah, well, you should’ve asked first, man.”

Normally, I’m not this sensitive about something as simple as my cellphone being used by my little brother, but when I’ve been so out of tune and totally abnormal for so long, it feels natural to be so mean to him.

“I did! I did ask you! All you did was mumble something about a Blackberry, then roll over and kiss your pillow! So I took it as a “Yes, Josh, I find you utterly sexy..”’

He pulls what can only be a classic “Rape Face” and goes back to his comics.

“Oh yeah, uh, someone tried to call you..”

I glance down at my phone for the first time in a few days and almost drop it in bewilderment. Ten missed calls from an unknown number, thirty new BBM messages, and fifteen Whatsapp messages!

Somebody’s Popular.

Seven of the Whatsapp messages are from Jay, with the definite subject of Keith, surrounded by a million emoticons. I am in no mood to discuss my disappointment right now. I need food.