This is the story

The phone call

After coming home with the headache, I slept all day until dinner. It was true, My head was throbbing with every single bad thought. I can't believe Faith would ever say something like that about me. When I come down to dinner, dad is there, checking my temperature and getting me water.

"Dad, really, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You feel a little warm."

"Maybe that's because you've been touching my forehead for the last ten minutes and your hands are sweaty." I say. Dad laughs. We sit down at the table and begin our meatloaf. I push around my food with my fork.

"Can I be excused?" I ask mom. She inspects my plate.

"Honey you've barely eaten anything!"

"I'm not hungry."

"Well at least eat your carrots."

I stuff down my carrots and go to my room. When I get there, I sit at my desk and look out my window. It's not any pretty view, just a bunch of tress and a fence. Once I get in deep thought, the phone rings.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hi. It's me."

I instantly recognize the voice. It's Faith.

"Oh, hi."

Silence.

"Listen, I...I wanted to tell you that..." Her voice trails off.

I hope she is about to apologize.

"Tell you that we have English homework," She says. "Mr. June asked me to tell you."

I swallow back any words I want to say to her but I know I can't.

"Wait, but didn't you ditch today?" I ask.

"No. Well, yeah, but I thought about what you said about getting in big trouble, so I decided to go to English, last period." She says calmly.

"Oh. Ok well, thanks. Bye."

"Bye."

I am about to hang up just when I hear a quiet, "Kirsten?" I put the phone back to my ear and say,

"Yeah?"

Silence once more.

"I'm sorry."