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Sorry if there's bad grammar or a word/phrase that doesn't make sense, it's most likely my auto correct on my iPod. Leave a comment or message me if you see an error.
ALSO I'm going to try to write a few paragraphs at least once every few nights, so I might actually be getting I the habit of updating again.
Remember, this is my rough draft and I do no revision, it's either this or nothing. Sorry for any inconvenience.
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I woke up around nine thirty in the morning, and checked my phone immediately. Theo: Hope you had a fun night. I sure did. Night Cal.
Cal.
I text him back.
Cal? Is that a new nickname?
He doesn't text back. He's probably sleeping- like a lot of teenagers my age. I check my other notifications quick, then get into the shower.
It's a little after ten when I get out of the shower. I get dressed, make my bed, and check my phone again. Still no message from Theo.
I hear my phone ringing when I just barely step out of my room. Hoping it's Theo, I jump back into my room. It's my mom.
"Hola, madre!"
"Hi Callie. We will be home in less than an hour. Your dad and I went uptown for some errands. Sorry we didn't leave a note, your father was in a rush and I didn't think about it until we were out of the driveway. Anyways, there's some cereal in the cupboard."
"Okay."
"OH! Before I forget, how was the game last night? Did you have fun?"
Yes, of course I had fun. Except for the girls at Subway, it was the most fun I've had in a very long time. "Yeah, I did."
"That's good, that's good. Okay, well, see you soon. Bye!"
"Bye!" I ended the call. Usually my mom would be asking who exactly I went with, where we went exactly, and other irrelevent stuff. But hey, the freedom is nice.
I decide to text Theo again, just incase the first one didn't send for some reason. That happens sometimes.
I tell myself that a watched pot never boils, and watch Teen Wolf to stop thinking about it. It's the beginning of the third season. I'm at the part where Isaac tells us about what his dad used to do to him. I can kind of relate. Not in a trapped-in-a-freezer kind of way, but kind of in a stuck-in-my-own-mind-I-suck-everyone-hates-me kind of way. Like being stuck in an invisible freezer- inside my mind.
My parents get home, I eat lunch, I finish the next eight episodes of Teen Wolf (it's very intense), and Theo still hasn't texted me back. Should I text him a third time? What if he got in trouble? What if his parents don't want him hanging out with me? Did his parents get mad at him for spending money? Did he get home too late? A thousand questions go through my head.
"Hey, there's leftovers for supper. Come see what you want." My dad knocks on my door and tells me. I throw my phone on my bed and walk out into the kitchen. "Did you do all your homework?" He asks.
Let's see. Algebra, Spanish, English, Study Hall, Art, and Science. "I have a few questions to answer for Algebra, which I can do after lunch." I put some chicken casserole on my plate.
"Good job. Keeping those grades up?" My mom questions.
"Yeah." I lie. I have about a 2.9 GPA. I want and need to have a higher grade in Algebra and Science, but I just can't do that well. I wouldn't be worrying about it if it affected my GPA, because I won't be using that kind of Science or Algebra (if any) later in life. Why can't I learn how to do taxes or learn how to do stuff that mostly everyone uses in their daily lives? I shake myself loose from those thoughts and sit down at the table with my food. "Gracias para la comida, padre y madre!" Translation: Thanks for the food, mom and dad.
After another episode of Teen Wolf, I get I the shower and get in bed. I play Subway Surfers and scroll through tumblr for a bit, hoping that I'll suddenly get a notification that I get a text from Theo.
I wait.
I wait.
I wait.
I fall asleep.
I wake up to my alarm blaring Hell Above (by Pierce The Veil) and I literally jump out of bed. I get ready as soon as possible and get to school.
I see Theo. He's talking to his popular friends.
He sees me.
He points.
He laughs.
