Folves

Chapter 2: Genesis

I put down my phone and sigh. This math class will be the death of me.

I need to figure out what I'm wearing tomorrow. Deercreek is the one boarding school that will let students wear whatever they want. I already have my shirt and pants so now I need to find the right socks for tomorrow. I think I need to call Ida on this one.

"Hey Ida. I need your help."

"Oh, do explain."

"Well, I think I'm being sockist."

"Sockist? How so?"

"Well, I don't know what kind of socks to war. One pair is too blue, another is yellow, and I don't wear yellow. Another pair-"

" Yeah, you are being sockist. How about you just were your mixed match socks. Or are you trying to impress someone? "

I gasp "I would slap you so hard right now . Unfortunately, you are not with me to do so"

" Yeah but I am right down the hall. But you still can't because..." She trails off.

I think there may be something wrong with her phone.Hopefully she isn't getting into any trouble. But knowing her she probably is.

"Ida? You still there? Don't make me come find you."

"Sorry.... I thought I saw something outside. My window.

"Well, it's, like, 8:00 now. Curfew at 9. Wanna come over-"

" Yeah, well, goodnight."

She hangs up.That's strange. Normally, she would come over when I invite her and eat all my food, or we would talk over the phone all night.

Finally, I pick out my outfit for tomorrow: A pair of black socks to go with my black hoodie and black jeans. And black Converse. And black hair. I'm sure you get the idea.

I think back to my conversation with Ida. I've known her for at least sixteen years now, and I can tell when she's lying, and this is one of those times. So I am going to sneak out.

Thinking about the trouble Ida gets into reminds me of the time when we were twelve. Ida and I were walking down the street coming fresh from school. Ida heard a noise as we were talking and she pounced on a bush right next to her. I heard some muffled yelling and scuffling. As I was about to part the leaves, Ida jumped out, holding a short boy by his collar. The kid looked really beat up, while Ida didn't have a scratch on her. Obviously, Ida won the fight.

"What are you doing?" She shot at the boy.

I had no idea who this boy was, but apparently Ida had something against him.

"Uhh, Ida?"

"Oh, Genesis, this is Roman. When you moved away for a few years he popped up and started taunting me and I thought I got rid of him but I guess he is both of our problems now. Just hold on a sec, kay. "

I was about to comment on her grammar, but I didn't want to ruin the moment.

"Ida, I wasn't.y doing anything!

"Okay, so you call STALKING not doing anything wrong?"

I need more info on this Roman kid. Unfortunately I couldn't because...