Crazy Midnight Ideas

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Unknown P.O.V

The week was moving fast

Too fast

Or was it? 

I really don't know...

Maybe it has to do with a certain upcoming football match between my school and the Underdogs of Wester High.

Showoffs.

But they were good.

And maybe that's why I was so nervous.

This was my first game ever since if joined the team.

I'd put in so much work to make the first pick by the coach and the thought of messing it all up kept me awake more than my fear for the Boogie man  

Yeah whatever

You were entitled to your opinion and so am I.

And I say,

The Boogie Man is real.

End of discussion.

Now back to more relevant issues,I was a total wreck.

Today's Thursday and in just a few hours, it'll be Friday.

Yeah,shame on you

I know stuff too.

Laying in bed awake at twenty past midnight wasn't a good idea but my nerves were getting the best of me.

But I can't help it.

The game was on Saturday.

Once again just like the last ten minutes,I stared at the dead screen of my phone to see if I'd gotten a text

To see if she'd  texted.

It was obvious she'd fallen asleep but i just wished she'd text.

She'd been sick and hadn't come to school since Monday.

I'd gone with the girls to check on her after school  on Tuesday.

She was doing better.

Apparently her Dad had insisted she stay home from school

The whole frickin week!

For one thing,I was grateful her Dad hadn't been home when we'd called on her

He'd rushed out to grab dinner for them

I was kinda shy to meet her Dad

Not that I had anything to hide

I was just shy

That was that

She claimed she'd protested against the idea,but knowing how much she "loved " school,I can imagine the level of fight she put in.

Very little would be an understatement.

And the fact that her Dad had taken the whole week off to attend to her was an added bonus

She wouldn't miss a chance to spend more time with her Dad

She'd take advantage of any opportunity

And I understood

Uggggggh

But......

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