I smiled the whole way back to my room.
One definite friend. I actually have one definite friend. It felt so good to finally feel like I had made a friend worth keeping, regardless of the enemies I was developing with Levi and Juliette.
When I made it back into the room, I took off my damp t-shirt and tossed it into the corner. I was still wearing a light tank top on so I didn’t bother changing into pajamas just yet. I glanced at the photo resting on my dresser and ran to my bag. I found my cellphone and hit number one on the automatic dialer. I pressed the speaker button and let the sound fill the room. With every passing ring, the air grew tenser and I longed even more to hear my father.
There was a click.
And then a voice.
“Hello?” I inhaled deeply and let my father’s smooth tone ring clear through the air.
I finally spoke. “Hi dad.”
I heard his sigh of relief on the other end. “Oh honey, how are you doing? The school called me about earlier; are you alright?”
I laughed for a second. “I’m fine dad. It was just dehydration.”
“I know; they told me. And I told you to make sure to drink plenty of water.”
“Yeah, well I was kind of preoccupied.”
“Ah yes; the fight.”
“It wasn’t really a fight. Just a blow to a face.”
“It wasn’t your face was it?” He seemed alarmed.
“No dad, I was the one who punched his face.”
“It was a boy who started this?” He seemed a bit surprised.
“Yeah. But you should have seen it; the teachers let me off easy and I didn’t even get in trouble. I guess this kid has a record or something because everyone almost praised me once they realized it was him.”
There was a long pause.
“I think he likes you.”
I gasped. “DAD!”
“I’m just teasing sweetie, don’t pass out on me.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s not funny. I didn’t enjoy it considering I missed more than half of my classes.”
“Well there’s always tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I suppose.”
Another long pause settled over the room. It was dead silent.
“How is work treating you?” I wanted to make sure that the thing separating us was actually working out for him.
“Oh it’s going wonderfully sweetie. I think I got a really good deal for my client today.”
“That’s good.” I grinned and sat cross-legged on my bed as another wave of silence splashed over the phone line. I exhaled and finally found the courage to admit what I was feeling. “I really miss you. A lot of the kids here don’t even like me.”
I heard my father grunt on the other side of the phone conversation and heard some kind of ruffling – maybe from adjusting his position in a chair – before he began speaking. “Now Lexi, you promised me you would be strong.”
“I know, I know. It’s just so different here. You can’t expect me to be used to it automatically.”
“I don’t expect you to be used to it automatically, and I don’t expect you to even like it there. But you have to do this for me, ok honey?”
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Destiny
Teen Fiction"Another new school. Another new life to get used to." This is hardly a change in routine for fifteen year-old Lexi Martin. For as long as she can remember, her and her father have always moved non-stop due to his job, and it's no surprise that it...
