Supernatural

CHAPTER 3 | CALL (-)

- Emalynne's POV - 

- STREETS, Monday, 3:05 PM - 

So far, I'm already tired from walking.

School at my first day is tiring.

I had to adjust from here to there.

Exhausted, I found a small bench by the sidewalk.

Immediately, I sat down and rest.

My legs are numb by now.

I open my bag and brought out my sketch book.

I examine the torn pages inside before feeling the vibration in my pocket.

Bringing down the book, I pick up my phone to see someone calling me.

I feel relieved when I saw Ayla's name on the number.

I meekly answer the call.

"Hello?" I start.

"Hey Ema! How are you?" Ayla greets, still having her bubbly personality.

I can't tell her about the thing that happened earlier.

I can feel myself choking up.

Warm tears fall out of my own eyes.

What was precious to me was completely destroyed.

And my fantasies were ridiculed.

"I-I'm good. You?" I return, trying to sound normal.

"I'm good too. Are you okay? Your voice sounds different." She states, sounding worried.

"It's okay. I just have a sore throat today." I just had to lie.

We continued on talking for a while before she says goodbye.

I finish the call, and started to walk again.

Still, tears kept on falling.

But I don't want father to see this.