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Authors: Christina Channelle
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Tay will never have a concert up north.”
“Shut up, Matty.” Hannah looked back at Bruno. “Did Annabella think she’d ever get her own room? No. So you see, you’ll never know if you don’t ask is all I’m saying,” she ended with a shrug.
Bruno managed to look better from Hannah’s pep talk and we continued our game of dreams, listening to Hannah’s dream of being at some secret underground Jannie Tay concert, to Mateo’s dream of digging a hole in his backyard and ending up in an alternate dimension where it was the seventies and bell bottoms were in.
“Everyone, it’s getting late,” Hannah’s mother called from the top of the stairs as soon as Mateo stopped talking. “Time to head on home.”
I glanced at my phone and saw that she was right. It was a bit after eight so I send a quick text to my dad to come pick me up. We all grabbed our belongings and made our way upstairs and out the front door, a jumble of goodbyes directed at Hannah’s parents. Once out on the porch, I sat down, since I was the only one being picked up. As the boys past by, something fell on my lap and I looked down, picking it up.
It was a piece of pink paper.
“See ya, girls,” called out Mateo as he walked off with Owen and Bruno who both waved their goodbyes, Owen gliding on his skateboard.
Once the boys had left, I opened up the small piece of paper, looking down in shock.
“What is it?” Hannah asked as she sat next to me.
I looked over at her wordlessly, showing her the evidence.
Hannah’s eyes darted over the writing and then she beamed.
“Woohoo! Annabells has her first boy’s phone number! So when are you going to call him?”
I smiled, looking down at Owen’s handwriting. That wasn’t the only question I had.
I wonder what dreams he wrote about on the other part of the ripped paper?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
D ID I CALL HIM or not?
Now, that was the question. And it was a tricky one. I mean, what would the conversation entail between Person A and Person B?
What would Annabella and Owen have to say to each other to warrant a phone conversation?
“Well, you could apologize, AB,” I said to myself as I clutched the piece of paper in my hand. I was surprised the ink hadn’t rubbed off with the amount of times I had folded and unfolded, and busied myself with the paper for the last couple days.
Yes. And apology would be a good start.
“No, no, no. It would be better to apologize in person.”
“Shh!”
I ducked my head in embarrassment, realizing that I had just been caught talking to myself.
I was holed up in the local library reading one of my assigned readings for English class. At least, I was trying to. And, it wasn’t really an assigned reading. Ms. Cooper told us that we were to each pick a book, any book, but it had to have the following criteria: age appropriate, fiction novel more than two hundred pages, and with a conflict and resolution. Once we read the book we had to write a report on it pretty much discussing the major themes and overall message of the story. We also needed to examine whether or not we would have done the same thing as the protagonist in the story.
It took some time to figure out which book I wanted to use for the assignment. I mean, there were so many books out there, it was difficult to just pick one. Matty made fun of me that it took so long for me to choose one. He had pretty much walked up to an isle and randomly chosen a book.
Me?
I think it took me roughly three hours to decide between two. The one that I had finally picked was called Unfiltered . It was about a teenaged girl suffering from a disease where she said everything she thought and it was basically her dealing with everyday life. The synopsis captured me. I mean, I couldn’t imagine not being able to control what I said. To have every word that flowed through my mind pass my lips as well?
I might make someone sad without meaning to, or blurt out a secret that was never mine to tell. I
“Shut up, Matty.” Hannah looked back at Bruno. “Did Annabella think she’d ever get her own room? No. So you see, you’ll never know if you don’t ask is all I’m saying,” she ended with a shrug.
Bruno managed to look better from Hannah’s pep talk and we continued our game of dreams, listening to Hannah’s dream of being at some secret underground Jannie Tay concert, to Mateo’s dream of digging a hole in his backyard and ending up in an alternate dimension where it was the seventies and bell bottoms were in.
“Everyone, it’s getting late,” Hannah’s mother called from the top of the stairs as soon as Mateo stopped talking. “Time to head on home.”
I glanced at my phone and saw that she was right. It was a bit after eight so I send a quick text to my dad to come pick me up. We all grabbed our belongings and made our way upstairs and out the front door, a jumble of goodbyes directed at Hannah’s parents. Once out on the porch, I sat down, since I was the only one being picked up. As the boys past by, something fell on my lap and I looked down, picking it up.
It was a piece of pink paper.
“See ya, girls,” called out Mateo as he walked off with Owen and Bruno who both waved their goodbyes, Owen gliding on his skateboard.
Once the boys had left, I opened up the small piece of paper, looking down in shock.
“What is it?” Hannah asked as she sat next to me.
I looked over at her wordlessly, showing her the evidence.
Hannah’s eyes darted over the writing and then she beamed.
“Woohoo! Annabells has her first boy’s phone number! So when are you going to call him?”
I smiled, looking down at Owen’s handwriting. That wasn’t the only question I had.
I wonder what dreams he wrote about on the other part of the ripped paper?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
D ID I CALL HIM or not?
Now, that was the question. And it was a tricky one. I mean, what would the conversation entail between Person A and Person B?
What would Annabella and Owen have to say to each other to warrant a phone conversation?
“Well, you could apologize, AB,” I said to myself as I clutched the piece of paper in my hand. I was surprised the ink hadn’t rubbed off with the amount of times I had folded and unfolded, and busied myself with the paper for the last couple days.
Yes. And apology would be a good start.
“No, no, no. It would be better to apologize in person.”
“Shh!”
I ducked my head in embarrassment, realizing that I had just been caught talking to myself.
I was holed up in the local library reading one of my assigned readings for English class. At least, I was trying to. And, it wasn’t really an assigned reading. Ms. Cooper told us that we were to each pick a book, any book, but it had to have the following criteria: age appropriate, fiction novel more than two hundred pages, and with a conflict and resolution. Once we read the book we had to write a report on it pretty much discussing the major themes and overall message of the story. We also needed to examine whether or not we would have done the same thing as the protagonist in the story.
It took some time to figure out which book I wanted to use for the assignment. I mean, there were so many books out there, it was difficult to just pick one. Matty made fun of me that it took so long for me to choose one. He had pretty much walked up to an isle and randomly chosen a book.
Me?
I think it took me roughly three hours to decide between two. The one that I had finally picked was called Unfiltered . It was about a teenaged girl suffering from a disease where she said everything she thought and it was basically her dealing with everyday life. The synopsis captured me. I mean, I couldn’t imagine not being able to control what I said. To have every word that flowed through my mind pass my lips as well?
I might make someone sad without meaning to, or blurt out a secret that was never mine to tell. I
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