The Life of Tilly Leaf

It Started With A Summer Fling (1)

This story takes place in a fictional universe, on a fictional planet, in a fictional town. All characters are not real. The story is told by the character Tylia W. Lewis-Murdock, who is referred to as Tilly.

The soft voice of hers whispered into my ear. "I can't wait until you come back..." 

And then, I woke up to sound of my alarm...

The sun had barely risen when I woke up. Through the cracks of my dusty window shades, there was a small glimmer of sunlight, pressing through, slightly blinding me. I yawned as a stretched my arms out as far as they could. My body rose from my bed, pushing my hazel colored blankets back as I push my right leg out from under it. My feet-- I don't wear socks when I sleep- were immediately exposed to the brisky temperature of my room.  I shiver and stick it back under before I could feel anymore chills. 

I really don't wanna go to school today...

Summer had come and gone, just like all of my summer, I had the occasional three summer flings. From Evan, to Yo Yo, to Emily, they all had been some of my love interests in one of those hot months: August. They  that remained in the past though... or so I thought... 

This whole mess... It all started when I heard my phone vibrated just two weeks before school. Naturally, like any teenager nowadays, I swiped my phone, unlocked it, and checked the notification. My heart stopped when I saw the unknown number. It was an unknown number, I hadn't saved it to my contacts, but there was no way I couldn't have recognized it, especially after the lengthy chat messages between her and I. She was introducing herself, reminding me of who she was-- I assume she thought I didn't know her number-- and was telling me about our history together. She told me she wanted to see me again. She missed me...

It didn't take long for me to shut. her. down. Quickly, I replied with a kind, sweet, and simple message, explaining the whole thing was just a summer fling, and that she should find someone else. To make sure she wouldn't try anything else, I tried to make it more obvious I wasn't into her by texting her it wouldn't make sense for us to be together since we only had known and talked for a month. 

She didn't back off. 

My efforts were failing... Miserably...

We ended up talking, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, until... She stopped. Outta nowhere, she stopped dead right in her tracks. I thought she had finally got the message and was somewhere else texting someone else. Or perhaps crying. I didn't care. I was too apathetic to care about her, she was just another person I had met, and another person that left my life. 

A week passed by. School was right around the corner, and I could feel that 50 average making it's way towards me every time I passed my by summer packet. I was nowhere done, and hadn't even started the damn thing. I'm a procrastinator. My parents always complained about it. "Tylia, you have to do this," and, "Tylia, don't put things off until the last minute." I always said, "Yeah, yeah, whatever mom, dad. I'll do it at a reasonable time."

That was a lie. 

If I had told my parents the truth, I wouldn't have been pulling an all-nighter to complete my packet two days before the first day of school.

During those two days, I barely ate, and barely socialized, and you know I for a fact I didn't get a wink of sleep. But when I was finally done, It was the end of the day, around 9pm. The day right before school. The sun had just set about thirty minutes ago. No one was out except for the occasional passby-ers and a couple of what I like to call "drunkies" (drunken fools) singing loudly into the next only to collapse short onto the floor in their drunken stupor. 

I don't when I fell asleep that night. I only remember getting up from my desk, making eye contact with bed, and the rest is a blur.

My phone started to buzz around 4am. It was shaking violently. Someone was blowing up my phone with text messages, and me, being my cranky self, wasn't very happy about that. In a few swipes, I was looking at my notifications and messages. I rolled my eyes as soon as I saw who the messages were from: Emily. I decided to finally save her number, putting her as A.B., which was to serve as an acronym for "Annoying B****". I eventually started to text her, it went like this:

Tylia: Why are you blowing up my phone?

A.B (Emily):  I waanna just talk about what happened over the summee!!!

Tylia: I don't want to talk about what happened over the summer. I already told you this with MANY subtle hints over our last "friendly" text. Can't you just move on?

Tylia: *wanna; *summer

A.B. (Emily): But dont you think we had somethin real bk there?

Tylia: No. You need to MOVE ON!

Tylia: *Don't; *something; *back

A.B. (Emily): Wood you stop correcting my mistakes and just listen to me for once?!!!!1!!

Tylia: Sorry not sorry. It's my fault you failed English class. Plus, I really don't care about what you have to say. Leave me the hell alone!

Tylia: *Would

As salty as I was being towards this chick, she didn't get it. I ended up texting this girl for HOURS. The conversation went on for so long, I started to forget that I was supposed to be sleeping for the next day, which was school. Don't get me wrong, I was tired af while texting her, but I knew I wouldn't be able to go to sleep without knowing she'd be out of my life for good. 

A.B. (Emily): What will it take to mak u to listen?

Tylia: Absolutely nothing. I'm going to block your number now. Leave me alone, and stay away from me. Have a good life.

Tylia: *Make; *you

With that, stopped texting her. I saw that was still typing, but I didn't wait for her next message. I blocked that number in a heart beat, without hesitation, no second thoughts!

I closed my eyes, smiling a bit. She was gone (for now). At this moment, it was all about getting some sleep and getting ready for the big day tomorrow. I snuggled into my bed, curled up into my favorite position, and hugged my pillow. It was finally time to go to sleep...

And than my alarm went off. 

My eyes shot opened. "Oh, come on!"

Welcome Nimea High!

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