Sorry, I'm late, again. I just have my file deleted again. I am so not good with technical stuff.
VOTE AND COMMENT.
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Chapter 38
" why can't I talk to him?" I yell into the phone.
" miss, we're here," the driver said.
" I coming upstairs," I told my dad and hang up. I pay the driver and stomp up the staircase into the lobby, earning myself stares from strangers in my dripping wet hair. I ignore them. I focuse on getting to the elevator and how to explain to dad that telling to forget Phillip is like telling me to forget my brother, my twin. The elevator ding and I storm to our room. The door open before I can put my card in. I was bombard with questions from my mom. I scan the room and quickly found my dad sitting on the couch, watching us calmly and waiting for my mom to stop talking.
" why can't I talk to him," I ask him, raising my voice so it can be heard above mom's. She sigh and stop talking.
" We were hoping that you'd forget like you did the past week," she said.
" Forget? He's like my brother. He just slip out of my mind with all the shock of my new life." I said, ashamed. She was right, though. I did forget Phillip for the past week. I can't believe I forgot my best friend." Why can't I talk to him, though?" I repeat.
" You guys are too close. If you were to contact him, it would be inevitable that he would ask you where you were for the past week. You would give in sometimes. His life would be endangered. The enemy spies would kidnap him to get information about S.S.O." Dad said, his voice firm, but his eyes are filled with apologies, begging me to understand. He would know best how much our friendship means to us because he would always be the one covering for our pranks and yell at us later. But, no matter how much I miss Phillip, the pain of knowing he's dead and that it's all my fault would be a billion times worse.
" I understand. But can I at least email him to let him know that I'm alive?" He look into my eyes, sigh and nod. I decide to push my luck, if there's any left." Can be friends with him still? And tell him the story we told the police?" dad study my face more, searching for something I didn't know.
" The police did bought it, and they're trained. Phillip isn't." mom said. Thank you, mom, for having my back, unlike some other parent. I put on best puppy dog face.
" He ask one question in the wrong direction and I want you to change email, facebook account, phone number. Do you understand me?"
" thank you, thank you, thank you," I squeak. That's the perfect girly voice! I am so squeaking everything tomorrow. My happy mood wwent out as fast as it started." but what do I tell him about the money, the adress."
" Just tell him I have been secretly putting our money in the right place at the right time." My mood brighten again.
" A couple of questions before you leave, honey," mom said as I skip up the staircase." What are you wearing? Why are you wearing it? Where have you been? And what are you up to?" I roll my eyes.
" It's called a sundress. You of all people should know that. I was swimming at a friend's, making part one of the newest Zoey's and Phillip's Funniest Home Video episode. I will be making part two after showering." Video-taping Max, Justin, Chris, Saber trying on girls clothes is going to be almost as fun as taping me putting on their make-up or the whole school laughing at them." you'll see them tomorrow after school," I continue to skip up the stairs. I turn on my new laptop to let it warm up while I take a shower.
