because I wasn’t expecting Brent to text me back.
Brent wont find out that Im texting u. If he does, you won’t ever see him again.
Shit! I forgot about Sam texting me! Now what do I say to him?
What makes u so sure I havent already told him?
I replied.
I kept thinking about Brent. The more I thought about him, the more I realized how quite he had been lately. Whenever I talk to him, it seems that he is trying really hard to choose the right words. It almost felt like he was hiding something from me.
My phone vibrated.
I trust you.
Sam replied. I can’t believe he said that! I barely even know him!
Well I don’t trust u! So just leave me alone!
I replied back. I was so angry. I didn’t care about Sam.
I shut my phone and put it on my desk next to my computer, and went downstairs. Dinner had to be ready soon anyways.
When I got downstairs the table was set, so I knew dinner would be in about five minutes. I went and sat down on the couch next to Thomas, who was playing video games.
“Hey! How’s it going,” Thomas asked.
“Fine.” I grumbled back.
“Where were you this afternoon?”
“None of your business,” William said as he walked in the room. I looked at William and he smiled at me. Now I was certain he wasn’t angry with me. I smiled back.
“Okay,” Thomas said sounding a little confused.
“Dinner is ready,” Mom’s voice yelled out over the T.V.
All of us got up and walked over to the table and sat down. The beginning of dinner was quiet and no one really talked much. When we were almost done eating Mom began to talk.
“So, your dad called today with some bad news. He said that the people he was working with in Italy want him to stay for another month.”
“What?” William asked. He looked at me. My heart was racing. What if something has happened to him?
“Well you guys all know that for his last three trips he has been going to Italy. He works for a company there for two weeks and then comes back home. Well, this one company that was working with, for the past two weeks was doing badly until your dad started helping them out. Now they are doing great and they are back on track, so they want your dad to stay there and help out a little longer.”
The table was silent. No one knew what to say.
“It is going to be ok guys. He will be sending us more money than usual and he will stay safe over there too.” My mom didn’t even look happy.
In the silence, I thought I heard a window opening and then walking around upstairs, but I was probably just imagining things.
“Okay, well I guess that is a good thing then, right?” Margaret asked. Margaret was always the positive one.
“Yes, it will be very good. I’m sure the time will fly by fast. There is nothing to worry about.” Mom replied.
“Ok, well I’m going to go upstairs. Thank you for dinner mom,” I said and then got up, put my dishes away and then walked up the stairs.
When I got to my room I hesitated at the door. I thought I heard voices, and then I remembered what I heard when we were eating dinner. I was scared to open my door.
I was about to go back downstairs when a voice came from inside my room.
“Who’s there?” I recognized the voice as Sam’s but I wasn’t sure.
“It’s Catherine. Who the hell is in my room?” I was so scared I was shaking. I felt like I was going to puke.
“Oh, Catherine! Come in. Don’t be scared. It’s just me, Sam.” Oh yeah, there was nothing scary about Sam being in my room. I opened the door and looked in. Sam was sitting on my bed like everything was normal. “Hi. How are you?” Sam asked. Sam was acting so innocent.
“What are you doing in my room,” I asked, quickly shutting the door.
“I just wanted to see what you were up to.”
“Ok, well I just finished dinner, so you can leave now.” I went over to my desk to grab my phone so that I could call Brent. “Where is my phone?” I turned around and Sam was smiling at me.
“Oh, you
Brent wont find out that Im texting u. If he does, you won’t ever see him again.
Shit! I forgot about Sam texting me! Now what do I say to him?
What makes u so sure I havent already told him?
I replied.
I kept thinking about Brent. The more I thought about him, the more I realized how quite he had been lately. Whenever I talk to him, it seems that he is trying really hard to choose the right words. It almost felt like he was hiding something from me.
My phone vibrated.
I trust you.
Sam replied. I can’t believe he said that! I barely even know him!
Well I don’t trust u! So just leave me alone!
I replied back. I was so angry. I didn’t care about Sam.
I shut my phone and put it on my desk next to my computer, and went downstairs. Dinner had to be ready soon anyways.
When I got downstairs the table was set, so I knew dinner would be in about five minutes. I went and sat down on the couch next to Thomas, who was playing video games.
“Hey! How’s it going,” Thomas asked.
“Fine.” I grumbled back.
“Where were you this afternoon?”
“None of your business,” William said as he walked in the room. I looked at William and he smiled at me. Now I was certain he wasn’t angry with me. I smiled back.
“Okay,” Thomas said sounding a little confused.
“Dinner is ready,” Mom’s voice yelled out over the T.V.
All of us got up and walked over to the table and sat down. The beginning of dinner was quiet and no one really talked much. When we were almost done eating Mom began to talk.
“So, your dad called today with some bad news. He said that the people he was working with in Italy want him to stay for another month.”
“What?” William asked. He looked at me. My heart was racing. What if something has happened to him?
“Well you guys all know that for his last three trips he has been going to Italy. He works for a company there for two weeks and then comes back home. Well, this one company that was working with, for the past two weeks was doing badly until your dad started helping them out. Now they are doing great and they are back on track, so they want your dad to stay there and help out a little longer.”
The table was silent. No one knew what to say.
“It is going to be ok guys. He will be sending us more money than usual and he will stay safe over there too.” My mom didn’t even look happy.
In the silence, I thought I heard a window opening and then walking around upstairs, but I was probably just imagining things.
“Okay, well I guess that is a good thing then, right?” Margaret asked. Margaret was always the positive one.
“Yes, it will be very good. I’m sure the time will fly by fast. There is nothing to worry about.” Mom replied.
“Ok, well I’m going to go upstairs. Thank you for dinner mom,” I said and then got up, put my dishes away and then walked up the stairs.
When I got to my room I hesitated at the door. I thought I heard voices, and then I remembered what I heard when we were eating dinner. I was scared to open my door.
I was about to go back downstairs when a voice came from inside my room.
“Who’s there?” I recognized the voice as Sam’s but I wasn’t sure.
“It’s Catherine. Who the hell is in my room?” I was so scared I was shaking. I felt like I was going to puke.
“Oh, Catherine! Come in. Don’t be scared. It’s just me, Sam.” Oh yeah, there was nothing scary about Sam being in my room. I opened the door and looked in. Sam was sitting on my bed like everything was normal. “Hi. How are you?” Sam asked. Sam was acting so innocent.
“What are you doing in my room,” I asked, quickly shutting the door.
“I just wanted to see what you were up to.”
“Ok, well I just finished dinner, so you can leave now.” I went over to my desk to grab my phone so that I could call Brent. “Where is my phone?” I turned around and Sam was smiling at me.
“Oh, you
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