"Hello." I said into the phone, and leaned against the wall. I was fiddling with the phone chord that was attached to the wall. Yes, old fashioned. I get enough crap about it from Levi, my best friend.
"Atti! Dear, how are you?" I listened to my aunt squeak through the phone. I had known Aunt Rosie since I was born, I had picked up on some of her personality traits, so I know that when she's nervous she starts to squeak. It's quite funny actually.
"I'm doing good, Aunt Rosie. How're you?" Talking on the phone is one of the worst things invented. Okay, it's actually an amazing invention but it puts people in such awkward positions! This is why I think everyone should just stick to writing letters. I see much more logic in that. You stick to the point, skipping all of the unnecessary small talk. You can be straight forward with out letting the person know you are socially awkward and therefore don't like human interaction. Logic, you'd think people would have more of it these days.
"Wonderful, I have something I need to talk to you about. " I stared at the bland, brown wall inches from my nose, and stifled a sigh. "Liza's going to come stay with you for awhile." Wait, what?
"Why..? I mean, awesome. But it's a quarter into the school year. And 'awhile' doesn't sound like a extended weekend..." I walked towards the couch where my mom was reading a book. The phone chord started to stretch behind me, the coils coming unwound.
"Well, she's gotten in a little bit of trouble here and was suspended from her school. She needs to get her education, but not here. She's going to start at your school on Monday. We hope that having a responsible role model around would be good for her."
I didn't think Liza needed a 'Responsible role model'. She isn't a delinquent... Well, mostly. She went to Cheif High, a school for rich families. The Montgomerys were not a rich family. She got into the school out of luck of a contest and had teachers who would suspend her if she dropped her pencil.
"Well, our house is always open, I guess..."
"Thank you so much Atti!" Aunt Rosie happily yelled, causing me to drop the phone.
"I'm sure my opinion wouldn't have changed anything, Aunt Rosie." I scrambled to pick up the phone and reassure my Aunt, but I was careful to hold it away from my head so as not to go deaf.
"True, true," She chuckled "But it's good to know you aren't against the Idea." she says. "Well. We actually have everything set up. Your father got her into the school and we've already gotten her a plane ticket. She will be there Friday and start school the next Monday!" Aunt Rosie's voice suddenly sounded very serious. "Now listen Atti, I want youto try and get Liza to calm down her rebellious ways a little." If she wanted to help Liza I wouldn't have recommend sending her off. It's just not how it works.
"I'll do my best. Bye Aunt Rosie." I say. I put the phone back on the wall after I heard Aunt Rosie's soft goodbye. Now, it's time to confront the parents, Why didn't they tell me about this? Where is Liza going to sleep? I'm certainly not sharing my room with her. I love Liza, but I most definitely don't want her to be around my clothing designs.
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"Liza?" Levi said, staring at his phone.
"Yeah, she's my cousin, We have to make her feel comfortable, so none of that.. Whatever you do. You scare off everyone." I smiled at the hurt expression on my best friends face and shut my locker. I had my biology text book in one hand and a handful of pencils in the other. Yes, I'm that one person who gives out pencils to half the class when they 'forget' theirs.
"Hey, I managed to get you to stay. Whats one more Montgomery?" The hurt expression faded off his face and he chuckled, turning off his phone. I heard noises coming from down the hall. Ezra Michaels. Ugh, I try to stay away from anyone in the popular group for obvious reasons. Levi is staring at a boy standing right by Ezra, Jacobi, If I'm remembering right.
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