Two Boys and One Girl

2.The Phone Call

Chapter 02

'To be in your children's memories tomorrow, you have to be in their lives today.'
-Unknown
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As soon as I reach the comfort of my soft and silky pink duvet, I fall into a slumber for about an hour.

I woke up to the high pitched voice of Taylor Swift. Yes, my ringtone is Taylor's new song, Delicate.

I've been hating her lately. You know when you just look at someone and they just give you this weird vibe. Yeah I got it with her after having her as my idol for a year. Now I'd just look at her and roll my eyes.

But, who would be calling me at this time? No calls at this except for two people and...

I pick it up.

My shoulders tense and my posture becomes still as soon as I see who the caller is.

I'm agitated and nervous, you can't even imagine.

My heart seemed to be racing with a cheetah, and my mind is blowing up with questions.

"Hello?" It seemed more than a question than a salute, well, I haven't talked to her in a long time.

"Hey, dear. How are you doing?" Wow, she actually cares, shocker.

"Fine." You might be wondering why I would be talking that way to her. I don't want her to think that by spending- her words 'wasting precious time'- a couple of minutes to call me that we're alright.

We're far from alright.

"Well, I wanted to tell you that we'll be sending you a private jet to come pick you up for a party this weekend." She wasn't asking me or even demanding, she was summoning me, and I had no choice but to say,

"Okay, mother."

"I'll call you later to give you the time and flight details." She hung up after that. What a caring women she is.

Why do I have two rich brats as parents? Why don't I have normal parents which care for me for myself, not because they have to keep a public appearance?

I guess I'll never know...

This is how we always talked, her demanding and forcing, and me saying 'yes' and 'okay', because what else could I do? Plus, all of that only lasts for a day or two and then she's off my back for a couple of weeks.

I decided to go get some food. I would choose food over anything and anyone.

I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. Whenever I'm feeling down food just seems to be the best solution.

I don't find anything good enough for my taste buds at the moment, so I order pizza. Pizza is favorite solution.

Yes, I'm that single and I have no love life.

The only thing that I ever touched and turned on was my phone. It will probably stay that way if I continue with my lame jokes.

About forty-five minutes after I order the food someone knocks on my ebony, brown door.

Pizza obviously lightened up my saddened mood, quite enough. It always raises my spirts