Letting Go Is Easier Said Than Done (An Original Story)

Chapter 50

Chapter 50 

That evening...

  

  I'm just finishing up some math homework when suddenly my phone goes off. I glance at it from afar but eagerly jump up and get it when I see that it's Becky who's calling me. I press talk and speak. "Hey Becky, what's going on?" "Hey Myra! I won't take up too much of either of our time since we're both probably finishing up homework at the same time. Anyways, I just wanted to congratulate you on your badass actions towards Brittany and I hope that you're not in too much trouble." I laugh into the phone. "Thank you and not too much. I just have two days of hour long office detentions after school tomorrow and the next day. Nothing I can't handle." Becky sighs. "That still sucks but it is survivable. I can keep you company tomorrow if you want. I don't have to go to soccer practice until five." I shake my head no but forget that she can't see me. "I'll manage just fine. Enjoy soccer practice. I know how much soccer means to you." "Thank you Myra. I'll let you get back to your homework. Message me on Facebook later though, okay?" "Will do. Bye Becky." "Bye Myra." 

   I hang up the phone and go back to my homework. I finish my last few problems on the worksheet and go downstairs to make myself some mac and cheese for supper. I usually wait for my parents to eat, but I'm absolutely starving. I'm sure they'll understand. Though right as my mac and cheese is ready, my parents come walking through the door. My dad mouths "Good luck" and makes a bee line for the TV to watch football, leaving me to face my mom's wrath alone. Great, just great. My mom drags me to the kitchen table and demands me to sit. Not wanting to piss her off any further, I do exactly as she says. She dives into an endless lecture about how inappropriate my behavior towards Brittany and her minions was, despite them being super mega bitches. Though when the lecture finally does end, my mom lets me go without grounding me, as long as I promise to attempt to control my temper better. I nod my head eagerly and dash up the stairs before she can say another word to me and/or change her mind. 

   I plop onto my bed and message Becky and Derek in a group chat on Facebook for a couple hours. As I talk back and forth with them, I think about just how lucky I was today. Things could have gone in a totally different direction, but for once, they worked out in my favor. I'm pretty damn satisfied.