More a.i.

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The next day, I saw Ashton again walking to school with his headphones on. His head was bouncing up and down, like he was so into the beat of the music. He was looking at the ground wearing similar atire as yesterday.

He didn't seem to notice me staring at him at first but when he did, he pulled his headphones out of his ears. That's when he looked me and we were basically just staring at each other which was werid. So I looked someplace else and started to make my way to my car.

Although, like every girl, I could feel his eyes following me with every move I made. My cheeks heated up knowing this. I mentally slapped myslef for doing so. Gosh, what am I becoming.

"Good morning Rebecca," he greets me once I'm in front of my car. I look up to meet his gaze and he's smiling at me with his dimples visable.

"Morning," I respond giving him a quick closed mouth smile before I get into my car warming it up. From my front window I could see him start to walk again as he puts his headphones back in his ears.

Once my car was finally warmed up, I started my car to school. Why was isn't he taking his car to school? Not that I'm stalking him or anything but he had a car, a really nice car even. It didn't make sense to why he was walking to school.

It was no use to fill my thoughts of him so I pushed them away and focused more on the road in front of me. Yet, I can't deny that my mind wondered off to him a few times.

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"Rebecca!" I heard someone call my name.

Turning around I see Lilah walking closer to me. It was unsually for me to see her in the morning before school. She usually hangs out with Julie, who was a friend of ours but mostly Lilah's friend. To me, I felt as if they were closer friends than me and Lilah, which was sad. We've known each other longer but I guess friendship isn't measured by how long you've known each other or how long you've been friends. It was so much more than just that.

"Hey," I say as she catches up to me. She looked like she always had, wearing a simple outfit, yet it looked so good on her.

"Ohmygosh," she says so exhusted, "I'm so tired. Last night I stayed up writing my essay for AP literature. It was horrible."

This was why we didn't talk in the morning. We drifted through the year that we were only friends because we ciouldn't make any new ones. It was better off to have more friends rather than have none. Recently, I wasn't so sure if I wanted her to be my friend anymore. Having to deal with her was starting to be unbareable. Or maybe I'm just cranky because it's almost the time of month. Whatever it was, she was still annoying me in this dreadful morning.

"Oh, what time did you sleep?" I asked when really, I couldn't care what time she slept. People asked these types of questions which annoyed me. Like deep down, I know you don't care. The only reason I asked was to annoy people as well.

"I barely slept! At 3 a.m I finsihed but I had to finish some of the homework for math. It was horrid."

I didn't respond to what she said, I saw my building and tried to get away from her as fast as I can. Our friendship was werid, at least it was in my point of view.

We were so close when we were younger. I rememeber where there was this one time we stopped talking, like we were not friends anymore. Inside me I felt empty without her, we were best friends and the only friend I really wanted to be friends with. There was no other friend that was like her that I met. Finally, we made up and things got better.

That's was most likely the reason why I couldn't just stop being friends with her the way she did years ago. I was afraid that the feeling of emptiness would come back.

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When I finally arrived home, it was silence. The one thing I didn't understand about myself is why I change my thoughts about thing too much. It was werid. Like in other days, I would love being alone at home in my room knowing I was here and only me.

Today however, I felt lonely not hearing them talking on the phone to someone else about what I don't know about. They wouldn't bother to tell me about their lives anyways, so I didn't share mines. Not like they would ask anyways. A normal, lovely parent would ask their child how thier school was today but not once have I remember one of them asking me that question.

Heading up to my room I change into more comforatble clothes before going laying on my soft bed. Taking out my phone, I play my music while I close my eyes. My life was so boring and the only person to blame was myslel for being boring.

For ten minutes, I was laying on my bed looking at the celing with such jumbled thoughts in my head. There was so much in my mind, I couldn't sort them out. I guess that's what I get for having these thoughts and not thinking about them right away. Instead, I just pushed them away hoping I'll never have to deal with them. It's only times when I can't stop them, they flow out like people getting out of a crowded bus.

Having dealed with this enough, I get out my homework out. There was really no good outcome in any of the choices of doing or not doing homework. Not doing homework just has too complicated consequences rather than just doing it. I'm just one of the many people who are smart enough to pick the better choice.

After a few hours, I heard the front door open. It was my parents, there was no one else but them who has the key to this house. Pretending I didn't notice them, I continue my homework.

Minutes later, I heard laughing which wasn't usual for my parents. They were the type of couple that you questioned how they ended up falling in love and getting married, of course, only if you knew them well. I'm sure when they were younger, they were in love, hopelessly in love like we are when we were all younger. Although, like all lovers, they end up like all the others. They end up falling out of love and grow up.

Out of curosity, I go out of my room and into the kitchen. That's when I understand the laughing and all the happiness that's surrounded this place. There was a visitor and when there are visitors, they act up.

"Hey sweetie," my mom greets me for once in a gleeful tone. My eyes shift to the visitors which is a man wearing a suit.

"This is Tom an old friend of mine," my dad informs me.

Smiling I speak and go closer to them,"Hi Tom, it's nice to meet you."

"You too Rebecca," he says smiling while looking at me,"you've grown so much since I've seen you. You were only a baby that time."

Not knowing what to do I just laugh awkwardly and annoyed. It was so typical for people to say that. Can people just be more original to the things thwy say.

"I hear you guys and wanted to know what time dinner's going to be," I ask weridly excited to see how this dinner was going to turn out.

"It'll be soon, Tom will be joining us today," my mother speaks awfully in joy with this. People are so fake today, I can't help but be that too.

"Just call me when it's ready. I need to finish homework and study," which is true but I mean common. Would you really say that when you could stop doing homework for a few more minutes. Most teenagers would and I'm one of those teenagers but I'd really much rather do homework this time. Staying down here would take too much effort.

"We will," my father says.

As I leave to go upstairs, I could hear my parents brag to Tom about how my grades were so wonderful and that parents want. They want you to do good in school so they can brag to other people about the success you've done. People become proud of you and your parents, but the parents didn't have to try hard to earn that proudness. It was smart of parents to do this.

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