"Cleo!" my mother called to me. "Yes, mother?" I asked, as I threw my laptop onto my bed and went down the stairs. I started to walk down the stairs and got bored. I know. Who gets bored going down stairs? I'm a weird child. Don't ask. So, as I greived some fun going down these stairs, I hopped on the banister. I slid down, faster, faster, faster. And boom, perfect landing, right onto the ground. I always wanted to try that.
"Cleo, do you know a kid named Michael?" my mom asked. My heart stopped. It skipped a beat and then stopped again. I think I'm in love with Michael. He's sweet, loving, caring, generous, funny... oh I could go on forever, but I'm not. "Cleo? Do you know him?" my mother asked me, again. "Oh, oh yeah. He's nice," I said. That's another adjective! He's sweet, loving, caring, generous, funny, and nice!
"Hello Michael. Are you still there?" My mother spoke into the phone. "Yes, m'am. May I speak to-" The rest was humble jumble to me. "Cleo? Do you know him?" she asked, one more time. "Yes! I do! His name is Michael and he's in my 4th and 6th period!" I screamed at my mother. "Jeese, Cleo. I didn't need to know all that information. I just wanted to know if you knew him. He's on the phone and he wants to talk to you," my mother said. She was calmer than me. She was just making me so annoyed. I bet she wants to know what he's like, what he looks like, what his middle name is. The normal nosey mom. But you gotta love 'em!
"Here you go, Clee!" my mother said, happily. She shoved the phone onto my chest and ske-daddled out of the room. Yeah, I used the word ske-daddled. Cause I'm awesome. I grabbed the phone from my chest and crammed the phone against my ear. "Hello Michael. This is Cleo Neil. Do you need my notes tomorrow? I could give them to you real quick. There in my locker. I'll get them for tomorrow. Bye!" I made a fool of myself. I'm such an idiot. "Hey, Mikey. Sorry. I got scared because of. . . . . a spiiiii-derrr?" I said, trying to save it. I think I did save it. Cause I'm awesome. "Oh, your scared of spiders too?! I feel soooooo relieved! I couldn't tell anyone because everyone thinks I'm awesome. That would ruin my reputation. Wouldn't it, Cleo?"
'"Wouldn't it, Cleo?, Wouldn't it, Cleo?, Wouldn't it, Cleo?, Wouldn't it, Cleo?"' It kept repeating, repeating, repeating. He knew my name. He knows that I exist. He called me over Alyssa, Callie, even Cedar and Winder. How'd he get my number? Is he a love stalker? Does that even exist? I don't care right now. He knows I am a person. And that I'm not just a made up fantasy.
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"Hey, Cleo D'neil!" Cedar popped up in my back window. "Cedar! You scared the fudge out of me!" I screamed. "Shush, Cleo! My parent's don't know I am here. I said I was going to the mall and that I'd bring them back flowers and a tunic," Cedar said. "Then, why aren't you buying them flowers and a tunic?" I asked. "Do you even know what a tunic is?" I added, "or flowers?" Cedar shook her head. "Then...then go! Buy them a shirt and pick 'em grass! I'm waiting for a call," I said, as I started to pull my window down. But Cedar, as Cedar is, put her bone skinny fingers under my window and managed to push the window back up. "From who?" Cedar asked. I wanted to slam my head in my closet door. Who am I supposed to say? If I say Michael, she'll start gossip that we're dating. That's not true, I would like it, but it's not true. I'm going to have to lie, but just this once. "From my doctor! Dr. Lousiton. He's... British and a well-known doctor in Britain," I lied. Yeah, I know. I lie horribly, don't tell me. "So your telling me the truth, right sissy?" Cedar asked, annoyingly. She wasn't annoying, but when she calls me sissy... oh. "Yes, a-why would I a-lie? Are you a-insane?" I said, trying to play it cool. Didn't work. Don't need to tell me that either. "Okay, well than, come over when Dr. Lowerstowned calls you and tell me what happened between you two doctor-birds! Now I'm gonna go pick a shirt and grab some grass and I'll be-" Cedar said, in her baby voice. "Wait, that didn't come out right," she said in her normal, dumb Cedar voice. "Okay, what I meant was, I'm gonna go pick some grass and grab a shirt and you come over to my house, where I'll be, and tell what was going on between you two doctors! Now I gotsa go. Peace," Cedar finished in her normal voice. Gosh, am I glad Cedar's dumb.
