The One Where We Did Talk

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"where were you last night? You could at least told me you weren't going to be home. Hello, are you even listening to me!!!"

I sat there eating a bowl a cereal as Eric had his little rant about how I wasn't home when he got home. I was half way blocking out everything he was saying to me. He does this ever time something happens at school. It's like my own personal live TV show. I swear his eyeballs are going to pop out. I don't blame him though guess I'm not the perfect teenager that everyone wants.

Eric finally got everything off his chest he slumped down in his chair. I could tell that he was watching me as I ate my cereal. I guess he was just trying to figure me out since he is a psychologist.

I stood up and walked over to the sink rinsing my bowl out. I stood there for a moment before say I was with Sam. I told Eric that he texted me and told me he was coming over. I told him that was all we did was go over to his house and watch a movie. After that, I walked home and went to bed. Eric was quiet for a couple of seconds.
Before he said "Thanks for telling the truth...he paused "and you're not grounded or anything" he took a deep breath before taking a sip from his coffee.

It's not like we are having sex.

"Thanks," I said before shooting upstairs to my room. I could barely open up my door there was so much stuff in the way. After a hefty struggle with the door I finally got into my room. Today is going to be the day I actually cleaned my room well at least try.

I started with my books because half of them weren't even mine. I went through this phase where I would check out a books at the library and not even read them. I'd just toss them in my room and just forget about them. The funny thing is, I never got a fined for them. Maybe it's because I told them my name was Emily Stone, when I was getting a library card. I put all of her information down not mine. Sam thought it was mean but I thought it was payback for saying I was the one who broke into the pool  two summers ago and trashed it. I had to spend the whole summer doing community service and I was on house arrest for two months and let's just say Eric wasn't happy about it. after that, he slowly started not to trust me. 


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