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Anaya hated seeing her sister move to California. She was no longer able to visit whenever she wanted. They could only talk by phone but recently Myra had became to busy with an album release to talk. It was either her album that took up her time or it was Michael.
Ever since the two had been hanging out, they were inseparable. They talked till the middle of the night when they should be in bed asleep. Michael often visited Myra at her house. In all of it, Myra had forgotten to call her sister.
It was late at night in Greensboro. In California it was only beginning to get dark. Anaya lay in bed, glasses on her nose, and her body propped up by a large amount of pillows. A psychology textbook was open in her lap but she didn't use it. The lamp illuminated the text and pictures from perhaps twenty years ago.
The book was in bad shape. Pencil and pen drawings littered each page. Some pages were torn and fixed with tape while others were folded. It was obvious no one took care of them school book.
Her parents had long since fallen asleep - her father's snoring made it obvious. The dog slept with them, curled up between them both.
Anaya knew she should go to bed for she had school in the morning. Only Myra might call, but it was unlikely. She stared at the phone, drumming her already dull pencil against the textbook.
Anaya decided to shut the textbook. She threw it on top of backpack beside her bed lazily. She shut off her lamp and aunk down into the covers. She let her eyes shut, nustling her head into the pillow.
She tossed and turned underneath the covers. Sleep wouldn't take her as peacefully as she would have liked. Her mind still buzzed as if it was morning.
Anaya travelled downstairs quietly, not wanting to wake her parents. She had her blanket over her shoulders and pillow under her arm. She threw it down on the couch and laid there in hopes of sleep.
Just when she thought she was going to finally sleep the phone rang. Anaya answered the phone in a heartbeat, forgetting sleep.
"Hello?" She asked hurriedly into the phone.
"Hello, my name is Katie. We are happy to announce you have won a chance to win $500!" The chipper voice said over the other end, but Anaya hung up.
She put the phone down, heavily discouraged. She had hoped it would be Myra instead of some Katie. She began to retreat to the couch but the phone rang again.
"Listen, I'm not interested in what-" Anaya began but was cut off.
"Anaya?" The familiar voice asked.
"Myra?" Anaya questioned, surprise lacing her every word.
"I've been gone for a few months and you don't even recognize my voice?" Myra laughed.
"You haven't called in forever, but it's like really late," yawned Anaya.
"I know and I'm sorry. Shaylynn is really pressing for this album and it's almost finished. Michael's been over a few times and we've been hanging out together," rambled Myra.
"You really like him?" Anaya asked.
"He's such a nice person and is really fun to be around. I guess you could say I do," Myra laughed.
"Are you ever gonna come home?" Anaya questioned.
"I want to but I can't," said Myra sadly.
"Oh," Anaya said. "I gotta go to bed. Call me back later?"
"Sure. Good night," Myra wished before she hung up the phone.
Anaya put the phone down and trudged to the couch. She laid there for another hour before she fell asleep. She ended up oversleeping for school, but her dad drove her.
She carried her heavy backpack on her back as she trudged to class with her late slip in her hand. She had missed first period and half of second. She traveled up the stairs to the second floor of her school.
She found her classroom and knocked on the door. One of the classmates who's name she didn't remember opened the door. Anaya entered the classroom, uncomfortable by the stares she recieved. She gave the teacher her slip before she sat at her desk in the back.
The assignment was given to her without much instruction. The teacher resumed the lecture though no one paid her any attention. Anaya rested her head on her hand, tuning the teacher out for the remainder of the period.
