Rihanna is a normal teenage girl. She's popular, and has a way of charming her way into people's hearts.
More specifically, half the population of boys at Tulip Academy.
She can't help but wonder why she has all the attention, when all she would l...
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I twirled the note around in my hands, putting my fist to my mouth in thought. My phone was on the table beside me on the bed and I hesitated on whether to call the number that was on the note or not.
I decided to just go with my brain and dialed the number, my heart starting to beat faster in fright.
"Hello?" Came the woman's voice like I'd heard the night before I was admitted in the hospital.
"Hey, it's me Rihanna." I said warily.
"Oh my god, are you alright!?" "Last time after you called the phone sounded like it fell and someone screamed your name." She answered, her voice rising a little.
"Um yeah, I just fell." "But I wanted to ask you some questions." I said.
"Of course! Do you want to meet up? I'll see if I'm nearby and maybe we can catch up Rihanna!" She said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.
"Yeah, that would be great, I'm in Beverly Hills, CA." I said, hoping she was nearby as well.
"You're still in our hometown? Wow! I haven't been there in ages." She said, "But it's a good thing that I'm coming back soon!"
Oh, the irony.
"Oh, sounds good, just text me when we can meet and I'll see what I can do." I smiled, I was going to get some real answers now without having to give myself migraines.
***
Home sweet home.
I smelled the gingerbread cookies the moment I walked in through the front door.
"Surprise!"
I jumped almost three feet high.
My family, and my friends jumped out from behind the couches, and other places in the room, throwing confetti everywhere.
I laughed, looking around and spotting almost everyone I knew inside of my house.
"Why did you have to throw me a surprise party! I would've put on a better dress." I laughed, hugging my mother who came up to me with a plate of cookies in her hand.
Everyone looked so happy, their smiles were contagious.
My mom fed me a cookie and I walked into the room, trying not to drop crumbs everywhere.
"Oh, it's not a surprise party for you, it's a Christmas Eve party, but we wanted to surprise you too!" Charles laughed, coming up besides me and putting his hand around my shoulder.
I rolled my eyes, "You just wish you could have a surprise party."
