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FIVE days and FOREVER

Copyright 2017/2018

-Anya Amarachi Jacinth

|ft. Nonso Amadi - No crime|

Day Two

Day 2

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Waking up in a strange house with a strange boy lying on the floor, next to you isn't something that happens every day.

But it was like your senses kick in by morning. After a long relaxing sleep.

Dennis...

I got up, not wanting to wake Dennis up as I went to my bag at the other end of the room.

For some strange reason, I was happy.

I brought out my phone to see 23 missed calls from my mum and 6 from Sophia.

I suddenly got alert.

I opened my mum's messages.

1:34 a.m.

Where are you?

My heart started racing as I dialled my mum's number.

Her phone rang and I felt giddy.

What was I expecting?

She picked.

There was silence.

"Hello, mum?" I said.

"Where are you?" She replied. She didn't sound happy at all.

I picked my bag up. "In a friend's house." I tried to keep my voice down as I saw Dennis move.

"Is that the reason you couldn't answer your calls?"

"You called by 1, mum. I was already asleep."

Or doing something else.

I walked to the window to approximate the time.

"I've been calling way before then. Your phone was switched off."

"Maybe the battery was down," I said as I couldn't recall any miscalls.

"You never bothered calling." She stated.

I sighed. "I'm sorry, mum."

There was silence for some time before she asked. "So whose house are you at?"

"A friend's," I said almost immediately.

"Which?" She demanded.

"A friend, you wouldn't know who." I made sure the gender was kept anon.

"Can I speak with this friend?" She asked.

"Sleeping," I said, not lying about any detail.

"By this time? Don't you have school?"

"We do, we do, mum. I'll call you back so you can talk."

I quickly cut the call and sighed.

I ran my hand through my hair in thoughts.

I was thinking of the possible ways my mother would murder me when she figures out I stayed two nights at a guy's house.

And slept in the same room with him.

I suddenly decided to let it go and not murder myself for it.

The least she could do was to get mad.