3. P H O N E C A l L
The phone rang about 9am I was the one who answered. Norah went to the store to buy groceries and my sister is upstairs still asleep. I picked up the phone, “Hello?” I spoke the word softly. “Mariah? This is your aunt Lourdes How are you?” She đã đưa ý kiến happily. I didn’t expect her to call at this moment but I was surprised. “Hi Aunt Lourdes um, I’m fine. Why’d bạn call?” is the
why’d-you-call-thing the right thing to say to someone ten times older than me?
She didn’t mind me saying that.
“I told your mom that bạn are welcome to stay here for the summer. And I’m hoping bạn could come tiếp theo Saturday. Will bạn accept my invitation?” she đã đưa ý kiến excitedly. My tim, trái tim skipped a beat. I forgot what my mom wrote in the letter she gave me before she and my dad left. I was invited to her house, the one I once called a mansion. This may be a new experience for me this summer “Mariah, are bạn there?” she called. “Oh, sorry, yes! I would tình yêu to come.” I đã đưa ý kiến cheerfully then grinned at myself. I managed to listen carefully on what she’s saying. Every word gets me excited.
Well yeah, I haven’t told bạn that I tình yêu trying new things and I’m always on the go. “Thank you, Mariah,” she hung up. I’m bored.
Outside the window bởi the mailbox, was the mail man. I opened the door and greeted him. “A package for bạn Mariah, quite heavy isn’t it?” the mailman Jeb smiled. “Yeah, wonder what’s in it,” I shook the box, nothing moved hoặc a sound.
Jeb got out something from his mail carrier bag, “Sign here, please,”
I obeyed. “And, this is for Aeyla,” he handed me a letter. Hmm.
“Thanks, Jeb,” I đã đưa ý kiến and went back inside. I went upstairs and observed my bookshelves. “Done, done đọc that, done, that made me cry, done…” I đã đưa ý kiến on every tiêu đề of the book. I sat on my giường and played with my fingers. I want to go out, I told myself. Under the giường almost near the foot of the nightstand is where I hid my coin box. I got a few pesos and shoved it on my right pocket jeans.
“Keys,” I tapped my pockets. “Oh, there it is,” I said.
I went downstairs and shockingly saw Norah in the kitchen. “Oh you’re here,” my voice cold. She was unpacking groceries. “Hey Norah, do bạn mind, I’ll go out for a while?” I said. “Okay. Be back bởi lunch time, ‘kay?” she agreed.
“Got it, bye,” I went for the door.
If you’re wondering why I need keys, here are the two reasons: I need to lock the house. Well when I didn’t expect Norah came so early, I didn’t need them and the other reason because, I have a scooter, a red trái cam, màu da cam type one. This one’s a birthday gift from my parents and I was really surprised they weren’t kidding to buy me one. Then the scooter went to life.
The bookstore was quiet except the fact that an 18-year old girl was arguing with the store clerk. I didn’t much here their conversation; I was stuck with a Greenday song on my ear. “So, do bạn mean my card has been declined? Check it again, please.” was all I could hear. The clerk nodded. Augh! The girl was irritated and dialed her phone.
I went to the aisle of the non-fiction books. I got the tiêu đề that I want and went to the other cashier. Then I went out of the place and entered at Starbucks.
The time I sat and sipped my coffee, my phone beeped.
From: 09178894567
To: 09163489920
Hey, Mariah
Who’s this? I thought.
Hi. Do I know you? I replied.
Of course, it’s me, Riley.
My tim, trái tim pounded in surprised. Oh my god, its him texting…me.
Oh. It’s you. Hi.
How ya doing?
I sighed and smiled.
I’m good, excited. Going trang chủ in a few minutes, u?
Here at Sean’s house, goin’ to watch the game.
The Game TV hiển thị hoặc the game as in sports? I was puzzled.
Cool. Lakers on?
Yeah. But it isn’t starting yet, still on commercials. Can’t wait for the finals. He added a smiley.
Thank goodness I didn’t texted The Game TV show.
Tell me if who’ve won, okay? I’ll treat bạn out if the Lakers win. Did I sound serious? I don’t think so.
Okay. bạn đã đưa ý kiến it. Now he doubled his smiley.
Oh, w8, the game’s starting. L8er.
Sure. Enjoy the game. I managed to add my own smiley too.
Lying in giường with cold sheets made me sleepy. I shut my eyes, slowly and trying to forget everything for a while. In my dream, I dreamed I was in a white room, an empty one. I heard a voice, it sounded sad, a female cry. I turned around.
There was a door. It just appeared from nowhere. I heard a knock. The sound of the voice crying, still there, I turned the knob.
Beep! Beep! My dream đám mây popped of the sound and I could hear my phone vibrating. I was awake.
The sender read: Riley. I sat down quickly as I could.
“‘Hey, I guess it’s my lucky day. The Lakers have won. So, where’re we going?’”
I mouthed his message.
I don’t know exactly where hoặc what I’m going to treat him. Plus I don’t know much about him. I wondered, still thinking on what to reply.
I searched his Facebook profile. There it is.
Interests:
Lakers, watching live concerts, hanging out with Những người bạn and anything Chris Brown.
I was thinking of going out tonight with him maybe buy him something he would like.
To: Riley Cruz (09178894567)
Really? Wow! That’s great. Tell bạn what; meet me at High đường phố, street at 9pm.
Then I hit the send button.
I checked the time; it passed 7:00 pm. I went to the shower.
I don’t know what to wear. I sighed, staring at my closet.
Picked out a few jeans, t-shirts, long sleeves, skirts and placed them all in my bed.
The closet is now, officially empty. I heaved a sigh. I looked at the time; I opened my mouth and closed it. I’m out of time.
I quickly scanned the bed. I pulled out black jeans and a white collared
printed t-shirt. I’d dress up. I’ll clean the mess after.
I jogged downstairs.
My hand reached the doorknob. But somebody’s voice stopped me from turning it. Sitting behind me bởi the lamp was Norah, holding a book and wearing glasses.
“Mariah, where’d bạn think you’re going?” she closed her book.
I didn’t want to say ngày because, it’s not a date. I’m just doing my promise.
“Um…at High Street, going to meet a friend.” I honestly explained.
She went up to me. I felt nervous. bạn don’t want to see her face when she gets really mad. “Hmm, okay. But, if that’s a boyfriend you’re meeting, bạn can’t go out,” She held her glasses.
Boyfriend?
“Norah, I don’t even have one and like I đã đưa ý kiến just meeting a friend.”
“Okay,” she went back to her usual spot. “Be trang chủ bởi midnight,”
Before my parent’s leave she didn’t made rules on her babysit days with us.
Now she made her own. Maybe its part of Mom’s reminders to her.
“Got it, “I went for the door.
The phone rang about 9am I was the one who answered. Norah went to the store to buy groceries and my sister is upstairs still asleep. I picked up the phone, “Hello?” I spoke the word softly. “Mariah? This is your aunt Lourdes How are you?” She đã đưa ý kiến happily. I didn’t expect her to call at this moment but I was surprised. “Hi Aunt Lourdes um, I’m fine. Why’d bạn call?” is the
why’d-you-call-thing the right thing to say to someone ten times older than me?
She didn’t mind me saying that.
“I told your mom that bạn are welcome to stay here for the summer. And I’m hoping bạn could come tiếp theo Saturday. Will bạn accept my invitation?” she đã đưa ý kiến excitedly. My tim, trái tim skipped a beat. I forgot what my mom wrote in the letter she gave me before she and my dad left. I was invited to her house, the one I once called a mansion. This may be a new experience for me this summer “Mariah, are bạn there?” she called. “Oh, sorry, yes! I would tình yêu to come.” I đã đưa ý kiến cheerfully then grinned at myself. I managed to listen carefully on what she’s saying. Every word gets me excited.
Well yeah, I haven’t told bạn that I tình yêu trying new things and I’m always on the go. “Thank you, Mariah,” she hung up. I’m bored.
Outside the window bởi the mailbox, was the mail man. I opened the door and greeted him. “A package for bạn Mariah, quite heavy isn’t it?” the mailman Jeb smiled. “Yeah, wonder what’s in it,” I shook the box, nothing moved hoặc a sound.
Jeb got out something from his mail carrier bag, “Sign here, please,”
I obeyed. “And, this is for Aeyla,” he handed me a letter. Hmm.
“Thanks, Jeb,” I đã đưa ý kiến and went back inside. I went upstairs and observed my bookshelves. “Done, done đọc that, done, that made me cry, done…” I đã đưa ý kiến on every tiêu đề of the book. I sat on my giường and played with my fingers. I want to go out, I told myself. Under the giường almost near the foot of the nightstand is where I hid my coin box. I got a few pesos and shoved it on my right pocket jeans.
“Keys,” I tapped my pockets. “Oh, there it is,” I said.
I went downstairs and shockingly saw Norah in the kitchen. “Oh you’re here,” my voice cold. She was unpacking groceries. “Hey Norah, do bạn mind, I’ll go out for a while?” I said. “Okay. Be back bởi lunch time, ‘kay?” she agreed.
“Got it, bye,” I went for the door.
If you’re wondering why I need keys, here are the two reasons: I need to lock the house. Well when I didn’t expect Norah came so early, I didn’t need them and the other reason because, I have a scooter, a red trái cam, màu da cam type one. This one’s a birthday gift from my parents and I was really surprised they weren’t kidding to buy me one. Then the scooter went to life.
The bookstore was quiet except the fact that an 18-year old girl was arguing with the store clerk. I didn’t much here their conversation; I was stuck with a Greenday song on my ear. “So, do bạn mean my card has been declined? Check it again, please.” was all I could hear. The clerk nodded. Augh! The girl was irritated and dialed her phone.
I went to the aisle of the non-fiction books. I got the tiêu đề that I want and went to the other cashier. Then I went out of the place and entered at Starbucks.
The time I sat and sipped my coffee, my phone beeped.
From: 09178894567
To: 09163489920
Hey, Mariah
Who’s this? I thought.
Hi. Do I know you? I replied.
Of course, it’s me, Riley.
My tim, trái tim pounded in surprised. Oh my god, its him texting…me.
Oh. It’s you. Hi.
How ya doing?
I sighed and smiled.
I’m good, excited. Going trang chủ in a few minutes, u?
Here at Sean’s house, goin’ to watch the game.
The Game TV hiển thị hoặc the game as in sports? I was puzzled.
Cool. Lakers on?
Yeah. But it isn’t starting yet, still on commercials. Can’t wait for the finals. He added a smiley.
Thank goodness I didn’t texted The Game TV show.
Tell me if who’ve won, okay? I’ll treat bạn out if the Lakers win. Did I sound serious? I don’t think so.
Okay. bạn đã đưa ý kiến it. Now he doubled his smiley.
Oh, w8, the game’s starting. L8er.
Sure. Enjoy the game. I managed to add my own smiley too.
Lying in giường with cold sheets made me sleepy. I shut my eyes, slowly and trying to forget everything for a while. In my dream, I dreamed I was in a white room, an empty one. I heard a voice, it sounded sad, a female cry. I turned around.
There was a door. It just appeared from nowhere. I heard a knock. The sound of the voice crying, still there, I turned the knob.
Beep! Beep! My dream đám mây popped of the sound and I could hear my phone vibrating. I was awake.
The sender read: Riley. I sat down quickly as I could.
“‘Hey, I guess it’s my lucky day. The Lakers have won. So, where’re we going?’”
I mouthed his message.
I don’t know exactly where hoặc what I’m going to treat him. Plus I don’t know much about him. I wondered, still thinking on what to reply.
I searched his Facebook profile. There it is.
Interests:
Lakers, watching live concerts, hanging out with Những người bạn and anything Chris Brown.
I was thinking of going out tonight with him maybe buy him something he would like.
To: Riley Cruz (09178894567)
Really? Wow! That’s great. Tell bạn what; meet me at High đường phố, street at 9pm.
Then I hit the send button.
I checked the time; it passed 7:00 pm. I went to the shower.
I don’t know what to wear. I sighed, staring at my closet.
Picked out a few jeans, t-shirts, long sleeves, skirts and placed them all in my bed.
The closet is now, officially empty. I heaved a sigh. I looked at the time; I opened my mouth and closed it. I’m out of time.
I quickly scanned the bed. I pulled out black jeans and a white collared
printed t-shirt. I’d dress up. I’ll clean the mess after.
I jogged downstairs.
My hand reached the doorknob. But somebody’s voice stopped me from turning it. Sitting behind me bởi the lamp was Norah, holding a book and wearing glasses.
“Mariah, where’d bạn think you’re going?” she closed her book.
I didn’t want to say ngày because, it’s not a date. I’m just doing my promise.
“Um…at High Street, going to meet a friend.” I honestly explained.
She went up to me. I felt nervous. bạn don’t want to see her face when she gets really mad. “Hmm, okay. But, if that’s a boyfriend you’re meeting, bạn can’t go out,” She held her glasses.
Boyfriend?
“Norah, I don’t even have one and like I đã đưa ý kiến just meeting a friend.”
“Okay,” she went back to her usual spot. “Be trang chủ bởi midnight,”
Before my parent’s leave she didn’t made rules on her babysit days with us.
Now she made her own. Maybe its part of Mom’s reminders to her.
“Got it, “I went for the door.
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I'm looking at the black ceiling, in this empty room I sit.
I'm leaning my back on cold tường where light of the sun can't reach me.
I don't have any peace, same pictures are repeating in my head.
The grey clouds rise above and I'm goin out for the rain.
Let the cold drops from the skies give me peace and break my sadness.
But even hard rain can't clear thoughts of you.
And feels like I'm falling in deep abyss, dark water swallowing me as I close my eyes and turn my head up to sky.
It's eating my mind, taking away my dreams.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.
Today I'm not goin out, I'll reamin in the dark waiting for you.
I'll defy to all my desires cause I can't ask anymore from you.
I'll be hát only for bạn my angel.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.
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I'm looking at the black ceiling, in this empty room I sit.
I'm leaning my back on cold tường where light of the sun can't reach me.
I don't have any peace, same pictures are repeating in my head.
The grey clouds rise above and I'm goin out for the rain.
Let the cold drops from the skies give me peace and break my sadness.
But even hard rain can't clear thoughts of you.
And feels like I'm falling in deep abyss, dark water swallowing me as I close my eyes and turn my head up to sky.
It's eating my mind, taking away my dreams.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.
Today I'm not goin out, I'll reamin in the dark waiting for you.
I'll defy to all my desires cause I can't ask anymore from you.
I'll be hát only for bạn my angel.
Oh please pull me out, stay with me.
This is a true event. It happened on 1/22/12. I just rewrote it as a short story.
I was in the snow.
Kevin, Noah, Mackenzie, and Jake were there too.
Kevin wanted to play Ice Yeti, a game in which some people are tackled, and the others are the tacklers. I was a tackler along with Kevin and Jake. Kevin đã đưa ý kiến he and Jake would go after Mackenzie, and that I should get Noah. I blushed a little. I like Noah. A lot. We started out, splitting into two groups. Noah was fast, but he got tired quickly. He suddenly turned around, and we collided. We were in the snow, me on hàng đầu, đầu trang of him. He grinned up at me, his brown eyes shining. I knew at that moment how much he liked me too. I could see in his eyes the longing. He wanted to Kiss me, right then and there. But the others were still around... watching. He sat up, and I was then in his lap. He helped me up, giving my fingers a squeeze, and we continued our game.
I was in the snow.
Kevin, Noah, Mackenzie, and Jake were there too.
Kevin wanted to play Ice Yeti, a game in which some people are tackled, and the others are the tacklers. I was a tackler along with Kevin and Jake. Kevin đã đưa ý kiến he and Jake would go after Mackenzie, and that I should get Noah. I blushed a little. I like Noah. A lot. We started out, splitting into two groups. Noah was fast, but he got tired quickly. He suddenly turned around, and we collided. We were in the snow, me on hàng đầu, đầu trang of him. He grinned up at me, his brown eyes shining. I knew at that moment how much he liked me too. I could see in his eyes the longing. He wanted to Kiss me, right then and there. But the others were still around... watching. He sat up, and I was then in his lap. He helped me up, giving my fingers a squeeze, and we continued our game.