I slowly paced the hallway towards my locker. I opened it with a loud bang and noticed that people are looking at me. Maybe wondering what my problem was. But I didn't care at all. All I want to do is go home.
I reached home and went straight to my room. Never even bothered to change.
What is wrong with me? Why am I hurting so badly?
Then realization hit me. I'm making a fool of myself. It's not like he's my boyfriend or anything. He doesn't even know me. He doesn't even say hi or hey, or whatever. Ugh. I'll get over this. I will. But first, I need to take a long, nice shower.
As walked out of the bathroom, I smelled pizza. I quickly changed and went downstairs. Mom, Dad and Rafael were all sitting at the sofa in the living room watching The Voice.
"Wow, this family is having some bonding time and nobody even dared to inform me", I shouted making them turn their faces away from the flat screen. I stand their with my hand on my hips, glaring at them.
"Oh, Sammy. Don't be such a drama queen and get over here.", Stephen reacted.
"What kind of brother, are you? You're so selfish!", I spoke as he rose to his feet and pulled me into a hug. Mom and Dad laughed as I struggled to free myself.
"You know, little sis, I just got back from s field trip and this is how you'll greet me. you didn't even miss me?"
"No", I quickly answered as I shove past him and sat beside my mom and dad.
"Ouch", he muttered.
"Stephen, please pass me the pizza box.", pointing at the box sitting at our center table.
"No way. I'm definitely not your servant."
"Oh, come one. I really had a bad day. I need that pizza.", pouting my lips.
"Ugh, you're unbelievable.", handing me the pizza box and said thank you with a smile.
All of a sudden, I finally stopped thinking about Paul. I don't know if it is because of the pizza or my family. But the good thing is I was getting over it.
