Waiting for Him

Chapter 3

Biiinnnngg! My alarm clock goes off. It is quite unique, after 10 seconds it changes to music. Right now Say Something is on. Such a depressing song. I turn off my alarm and get to work. Get dressed, eat breakfast (I had an omelet this morning), brush my teeth and hair, pick up a pen, and start writing.

Dear Diary,

It is June 2nd, 2015. Sadly, I do not expect Justin to be at school today. His cough last night didn’t sound too good. I sure hope he gets better soon! It would be nice if he could get better before the dance so I could ask him (even though I would prefer if he would ask me) to go with me to the dance. But still, I want him to make sure that he is up for it and healthy before we think of that.  I wouldn’t want him to throw up and embarrass himself at the dance. Maybe I should get him a get better card! I might work out the details for that later.

Surprisingly, I was ready five minutes early! I decide to go downstairs to have a quick chat with my mother to pass time. I rush down the stairs. I see my mom, but she looks quite sad. Maybe it’s a woman thing. She murmurs something but I can’t hear so I decide to get on my coat.

“I know you’re upset, I am too. Just try to get it off your mind and focus on schoolwork. Have a good day at school!” She starts to sniffle.

I close the door and walk to my bus stop. I think, what is she talking about? Why would I be upset? Why is she sad? I’m the one who has to face the day without my lover. How will Camron react to Justin not being here? Before I knew it, I was sitting in Mrs.Keyser’s classroom for first period.

“Has anyone seen Justin today?”she asks the class.

“He’s sick...” I say glumly. I get eyed from some of the students. Whatever.

*****

I get home from school, do my homework, and start to watch some TV. Where is my mom? Must be out shopping. Dad isn’t here either...did he go shopping with her? I look in the fridge for a snack. Goldfish, check! On the kitchen table, my mom had a phone book opened on the table. I look through the page.

Services:Farmer’s Den Antique Shop, Fran’s Baked Goods,Franco’s Pizza, Funeral Services, Funding and Finance Assistance.

Oooh! Pizza! I personally love pizza...but not the school’s “Dominoes Pizza.”

A few minutes later my parents walk in. No pizza.” Dang it!”, I say to myself.

“Enzo, please go up to your room, dinner will be ready soon,”my father says very calmly. Are they gonna split up? Probably just another “adult” conversation. I play my 3DS until my parents call me down. Tacos!

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Dinner was quiet, and nothing was really said. Nobody asked about my day (even though I really didn’t want to talk about it) and no one said anything about theirs. Just the juicy taste and delicious smell of taco meat accompanied the silence. I head back to my room, not asking about anything or if they were okay. I planned my outfit, brushed my teeth, took a shower (I slipped when getting out), and got into bed. I didn’t have enough energy to write another diary entry due to my comments, questions, and concerns building up inside of me. I was able to fall into deep sleep within about five minutes.