The Boy Next Door

Chapter 11

To: @AskMysteryGirl

From: @TheUglySister

Dear AskMysteryGirl,

Everyone thinks that my sister is the better looking one. She gets all the attention from guys and from all my friends and family. They say she should be a model and stuff, then they just tell me I'm pretty and no guy has given me any attention like her. She has the perfect body and I look like shit. I'm don't know what to do, I hate myself.

-TheUglySister

Dear TheUglySister,

I don't think everyone is doing it on purpose. Stop thinking your ugly, and pick yourself up. Brush your hair, do your make up, and dress flawless. The question I want to ask you is: Is that what you need to make you think that your pretty? Getting attention from guys is not all that fun btw. Babe you need to know that your beautiful for yourself, not based on peoples complements.

-AskMysteryGirl

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"Angelina! I'm leaving the house, Charlie went to the gym with his friends, he'll be back later. Do not leave the house, I have eyes everywhere. If you leave you'll be in bigger trouble then you are now!" I hear my mom shut the front door.

It's Saturday morning, well 11:30 to be exact. I've been grounded for a week, starting today. Since I skipped two says of school my mom totally flipped on me last night. I really pissed at myself, I knew I would get in trouble, I hate being grounded. Being stuck in a house all day, especially since today is sunny, this sucks like shit.

Jenn and Maia were planning to sneak over for a bit, but lucky me, Jenn's aunt is one of the eyes my mom has recruited to keep and eye on me.

"No....." *click* "Nooooo." *click* "Defiantly not!" *click*

I've been switching the tv channels for the past half an hour. Nothing's ever on tv on Saturdays.

I'm starting to think me staying inside wasn't such a bad idea. I don't think I'll run into that creepy girl in my own house. I thought I was going insane for a second, but I probably was just tired. She seemed so real though, but no one else could see her. She said she doesn't live around here, so hopefully she leaves by the time I go back to school on Monday. I shiver remembering her high- pitched laugh.

I turn off my tv screen and go upstairs to my room to get my laptop. As I reach for it on my desk, Michael's guitar catches my eyes. I instantly miss him, I feel like I haven't seen him in forever, even though I've seen him yesterday. I text him letting him know we can't finish the project today, cause I'm grounded.

I stare at my phone for about ten minutes but no reply, I find it weird, because he usually replies in like 5 seconds. It's not like he's talking to someone else, he said he barely has any friends that I know of. Is he busy? He doesn't have a job here. Come to think of it, I need one, but that's besides the point, why hasn't he replied yet.

"Calm down Angelina, he's probably busy. Plus your not really with him remember?" I shut my eyes reminding myself. I go back downstairs to get something to eat.

I go to the kitchen and look in the cupboard for something to eat, I reach for the box of cinnamon toast crunch, then a bowl in the cupboard next to it. I get a spoon in the draw and the milk in the fridge. I walk back to the living room, flop back on the couch and turn the volume up on the tv. The Mindy Project was on one of my new favorite shows I started watching like two weeks ago.

I pour the cereal into my bowl then the milk after, I sit back, and begin to watch my show. I can't help but glancing at my phone every ten minutes to see if Michael replied, but no luck. Where the hell is this boy?