If Only

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

At first I slowly walked through the door, but after hearing awkward questions from my parents, I decided to run up to my room. As I closed my bedroom door ever so loudly, I heard my mother yell, "Who was that boy? Did he steal from you? What did he want?! Did he hurt you??"

I was about to ignore her when I heard my father's footsteps coming toward my room. I physically cringed as he pounded on the door. "Come down and answer your mother!"

Usually my father wasn't like this, but when worried and annoyed, he can be freaking scary. Being the only child, my parents loved giving me attention that I did not particularly want. Especially at times like now.

I slowly crept to the entrance of my room and opened the door. Peering outside, I made sure my dad had already left. Against my will, I slowly went down the stairs, fearing what will happen next.

To be honest, I was surprised when my mom was smiling at me sweetly in the living room, and dad was no where in sight.

"Hi honey! Would you care to explain what happened at the park today? And who that boy was?"

I sat down across from my mother, feeling weird because she wasn't all nice and patient a minute ago.

"Um... I did homework at the park. And then I had an anxiety attack on the way home... And he was really kind and he gave me a ride home. End of story." I started to rise when my mother tugged my arm down. My body slammed back against the plush white cushions. Dang it. Did I tell her too much? Did she not believe me? I didn't want to say anything about Nate, but without the anxiety attack how would I explain Logan?

"Sweetie, you're free to go, after you tell me why you had a panic attack."

I gulped. I did not want to blame Nate, so I came up with a lie. "You know Mom, sometimes people have panic attacks randomly. In those cases there's no reason why... they just happen..."

I glanced down at my hands before raising my head to meet my mother's eyes.

"Okay, go get some rest sweetie."

I let out a sigh of relief that she didn't question me any more. Taking two steps at a time, I went back to my room and shut the door. Thank goodness that was over.

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Sunday was really boring, and full of homework. Or should I say, Sunday night. Procrastinating and cramming on Sunday nights always leave me super tired. I ended up sleeping at 2:30 AM, just BSing all the homework that I didn't understand within the first 5 minutes. Which basically means all of my chemistry homework. Whatever. Some of my teachers only checked for completion, and my decent grades should help cushion the blow.

Also, I noticed on Sunday night that Logan never called me, so I decided to not call him. It's not like I needed his help right now anyways. Why would I care if he called me? It's not like I care... Although I was really hoping he would. Gah, what's wrong with me?

At least I did something productive that day though. I made another cover of one of my favorite songs, "Catch Me" by Demi Lovato. With the same process, I sang it a couple times, chose the best one, and uploaded it into Facebook. I don't have all the fancy equipment (microphones and stuff like that), but I'm content with my video nonetheless. After Sunday night madness, I fell asleep, dreaming of peoples' reactions to my video.

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Beep! Beep! Beep! Annoyed, I slammed my hand to turn my alarm clock off and reluctantly got up. I quickly showered and dressed. Looking at myself in an olive long sleeve shirt and white skinny jeans, I brushed my hair and tied it to the right side of my head. Taking another glance, I decided I was ready.