OK?
Yes.
Cool.
CUIMD, she typed. It was her favorite phrase. See you in my dreams.
:-O I gave her a yawn to let her know that I was sleepy.
GNITE, she responded, and then she was gone.
I kicked my sneakers off and heard them hit the floor with a loud thud. I pulled my shirt over my head and removed my jeans. I was down to my boxers and tube socks. I thought I heard a noise, like someone was in the house, even though I knew I had locked up. I decided to go downstairs and check the doors, make sure the house was secured. I peeked into the garage just to make sure I’d let the garage door down when I came in. I checked the front door, made sure it was locked. Checked the back door. All locks were secured. I swung open the refrigerator door, hoping for a late-night snack. I searched the freezer and ended up with an ice-cream sandwich and a bottle of Gatorade. I took the stairs two at a time to my room, plopped onto the bed. My phone vibrated again. Maybe Tameka had had a change of heart and was planning to sneak out of the house and head back over here for a nightcap—that way we could finish what we’d started earlier.
I picked up my phone. Read the text.
Hi U.
It wasn’t from Tameka, and I didn’t recognize the phone number.
Who is this?
Guess.
Someone wanted to play games, and I wasn’t in the mood. It was too late at night, and I wasn’t in the best of moods, anyway, after losing to the worst team in the district. Not only had we lost our game against a team that sucked, but on top of it, I had issues with my girl, too.
Not in da mood 4 games.
It’s Darla. From Am Hist.
Darla from American history? The fine girl with the cute little dimples?
How did u get my #? I wanted to know. I didn’t remember giving it to her.
Got my sources:)
Girls had a way of tracking you down, no matter what. The more you tried to avoid someone, the more they chased. However, with Darla, I didn’t mind the chase.
WUP? I asked.
U looked good on da court 2Nite.
U were there?
Yes.
Cool.
U got a G-fnd, huh?
Yep.
Serious?
Somewhat.
Cool. Let’s B friends.
Sounds good.
CU L8R.
L8R.
She was gone, but thoughts of her still danced in my head. So much so that I wasn’t even sleepy anymore. I wanted to text her again but didn’t. I hoped that she would text me back, but she didn’t. It was better that way. I had a girl, and Darla was way too cute for her own good. She would have me distracted, and I didn’t need that right now.
I closed my eyes really tight and hoped for sleep.
Saturday morning, and I had a laundry list of chores. Cleaning the guest bathroom was at the top of that list, along with mopping the kitchen floor and vacuuming the family room. My parents were sticklers for a clean house, and they didn’t hire anyone to do it. My mother cleaned like a mad-woman, and they depended on my sister, Lori, and me to do our part. And since Lori ended up going to Philadelphia with them to visit my grandmother, she weaseled out of her chores.In my opinion, because she was twelve years old, she was able weasel out of a lot of things.
It simply wasn’t fair that she had the bigger bedroom, a bigger television and a huge closet to hold all her clothes, which she received for absolutely no reason whatsoever. If she aced a math quiz, she got a new outfit. When she made the volleyball team at her school, she got a new Nintendo Wii system, with four new games. I made good grades on a daily basis, and I was the starting guard for the school’s basketball team, but I didn’t have a Nintendo Wii. I was still using the PlayStation I’d got two Christmases before, and the joystick barely worked, de-pending on what day it was. My sister was truly rotten and got on my nerves just for the heck of it. If it had been up to me, I would’ve been an only child. Instead, I was stuck with her for at least the rest of my life.
I wiped down the toilet in the guest bathroom, poured a little Pine-Sol into the bowl in order to
Yes.
Cool.
CUIMD, she typed. It was her favorite phrase. See you in my dreams.
:-O I gave her a yawn to let her know that I was sleepy.
GNITE, she responded, and then she was gone.
I kicked my sneakers off and heard them hit the floor with a loud thud. I pulled my shirt over my head and removed my jeans. I was down to my boxers and tube socks. I thought I heard a noise, like someone was in the house, even though I knew I had locked up. I decided to go downstairs and check the doors, make sure the house was secured. I peeked into the garage just to make sure I’d let the garage door down when I came in. I checked the front door, made sure it was locked. Checked the back door. All locks were secured. I swung open the refrigerator door, hoping for a late-night snack. I searched the freezer and ended up with an ice-cream sandwich and a bottle of Gatorade. I took the stairs two at a time to my room, plopped onto the bed. My phone vibrated again. Maybe Tameka had had a change of heart and was planning to sneak out of the house and head back over here for a nightcap—that way we could finish what we’d started earlier.
I picked up my phone. Read the text.
Hi U.
It wasn’t from Tameka, and I didn’t recognize the phone number.
Who is this?
Guess.
Someone wanted to play games, and I wasn’t in the mood. It was too late at night, and I wasn’t in the best of moods, anyway, after losing to the worst team in the district. Not only had we lost our game against a team that sucked, but on top of it, I had issues with my girl, too.
Not in da mood 4 games.
It’s Darla. From Am Hist.
Darla from American history? The fine girl with the cute little dimples?
How did u get my #? I wanted to know. I didn’t remember giving it to her.
Got my sources:)
Girls had a way of tracking you down, no matter what. The more you tried to avoid someone, the more they chased. However, with Darla, I didn’t mind the chase.
WUP? I asked.
U looked good on da court 2Nite.
U were there?
Yes.
Cool.
U got a G-fnd, huh?
Yep.
Serious?
Somewhat.
Cool. Let’s B friends.
Sounds good.
CU L8R.
L8R.
She was gone, but thoughts of her still danced in my head. So much so that I wasn’t even sleepy anymore. I wanted to text her again but didn’t. I hoped that she would text me back, but she didn’t. It was better that way. I had a girl, and Darla was way too cute for her own good. She would have me distracted, and I didn’t need that right now.
I closed my eyes really tight and hoped for sleep.
Saturday morning, and I had a laundry list of chores. Cleaning the guest bathroom was at the top of that list, along with mopping the kitchen floor and vacuuming the family room. My parents were sticklers for a clean house, and they didn’t hire anyone to do it. My mother cleaned like a mad-woman, and they depended on my sister, Lori, and me to do our part. And since Lori ended up going to Philadelphia with them to visit my grandmother, she weaseled out of her chores.In my opinion, because she was twelve years old, she was able weasel out of a lot of things.
It simply wasn’t fair that she had the bigger bedroom, a bigger television and a huge closet to hold all her clothes, which she received for absolutely no reason whatsoever. If she aced a math quiz, she got a new outfit. When she made the volleyball team at her school, she got a new Nintendo Wii system, with four new games. I made good grades on a daily basis, and I was the starting guard for the school’s basketball team, but I didn’t have a Nintendo Wii. I was still using the PlayStation I’d got two Christmases before, and the joystick barely worked, de-pending on what day it was. My sister was truly rotten and got on my nerves just for the heck of it. If it had been up to me, I would’ve been an only child. Instead, I was stuck with her for at least the rest of my life.
I wiped down the toilet in the guest bathroom, poured a little Pine-Sol into the bowl in order to
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