I cast a glance from my book to the world just outside my window, the glass is still wet from a mix between this mornings dew and last nights rain. I've given in, but giving in isn't the same as giving up. There's a little break in the dew, it's just big enough that you can see a couple of the heart shaped leaves though it, but not so big that it gives away all the trees secrets. I look at it thoughtfully, since I came here I haven't turned on my phone, I know it will be flooded with messages. Kitty doesn't even know I'm here. I pull the phone out of my back pocket, I've been carrying it there, but every time I go to turn it on, the presence of another kid, or my own will, stops me. I leave my book turned over on the window seat and take a couple steps back, turning it on. I ignore. All the texts, though it takes some will, and open the Instagram app. It takes a couple minutes to find the right light, but when I do find it, the tree is beautiful, the streaks of light behind it makes it look like they're coming right from heaven. Leaving my book on the window seat, I walk the few feet to my bed, and lay down on my stomach. I hit post and turn my attention to all the texts I've gotten in the past two weeks. Of course, the majorities from Kitty, I open them, reading them in order.
Kitty-
How's your trip? According to Mom, you're off the plane? Any cute British boys? C U l8er g8er
ELLE! There's a cute new boy who bought the house next door 2 u. Can u say hottie?
Hey is something wrong, you're phone's going straight 2 voicemail.
Elle, ur parents were just on the news. Why didn't u tell me?
Elle text me
I probably have 20 missed calls of her, and that last text she repeated about 50 times, I don't know how to answer, so I decide not to, just as I'm about to turn off my phone one more text comes through.
Please
