Texting Shawn Mendes: Reality over Fantasy any day

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I flopped down on my bed and yawned. Birthdays were so tiring.
I took my phone out and pressed shuffle on Shawn Mendes' album, Handwritten.

I pulled of my itchy coat and threw it on the floor beside me. It caused a strange noise, like a crackle of paper. I leant down and stuffed my hand I the pocket. I felt paper. I pulled it out and unfolded the sheet.

Suddenly I remembered. Earlier, at school, Casey, has given me her phone number on a sheet of paper, because I stupidly forgot my phone.

I type the number into my phone. 'Hi. It's me.' I typed, and pressed send.
Expecting an instant reply, I stared at the screen until I realised no one would reply so quickly. Well, no one other than Mollie.

I turned my phone off and grabbed my book off my desk.
I loved Joe Sugg. His books were amazing. Flicking through the graphic novel, I decided I didn't want to read.
I wanted to eat.
"Mom!" I yelled.
"Yes Chickie?" She shouted back at me.
I groaned. Her nicknames got worse every day. "What's dinner?"
"Nothing!" She yelled back.
Huh? I jumped up from my bed and rushed downstairs.
"I know I didn't eat last night. Or the night before. And pretty much not at all this week, but I'm hungry this evening." I said to my mom.
"If you need to eat, eat. I am not cooking for you."
"Why?" I asked her.
"Because I'm going out with Mel." She replied, before walking away.
I went to follow her, but the door slammed shut, so I just wandered back to my room.
I saw I had a reply from Casey so I opened the conversation.
'Hi. Who is this?'

I quickly typed a reply.
'Hi. Sorry. It's Hailey. You wanted me to text you?'
And I turned off my phone and closed my eyes.