The Red Suitcase

Chapter Five

"Why do I have to know about mitosis anyways?" I yell at my science book. I mean, it's not going to help me in the real world. This really sucks.

I've been doing homework in my room for two hours now, and I've barely made a dent. I should start my homework BEFORE Sunday, but my overall laziness overrules my self discipline. Wasted paper, wasted time, wasted patience.

I shut my books. Ten minutes, that's all I need. I head downstairs o the kitchen to grab a snack. Animal crackers or yogurt? Screw it, why not both? I take them upstairs and walk to my room. On the way to my desk, I notice a shopping bag by my door.

What the butt is that? I set my snacks down and pick up the bag. I open the bag and turn it upside down so the items fall on the floor. First, a receipt. Then, a half eaten candy bar. Finally, a record.

Oh yeah, that. I haven't looked into that bag since last Saturday. Ew, that chocolate is eight days old. I sniff the candy bar. Shrugging, I take a bite. Still good.

I take another look at the record. Abbey Road is one of my favorites, but I could never find it. Then, the one day I do find it, I don't have enough money. But then, THEN.... ASHTON of all people had to be all NOBLE. Like I couldn't scrounge up enough change. I can pay for things myself. I'm not dumb. Ugh, why am I seething over this? Calm down Max. Geezus.

As soon as I calm the hell down, I stand up and put the record in my record player. (Yes, I have a record player, be JEALOUS.) a record I didn't pay for is still a record. It takes a couple of minutes, but finally, music starts to play.

I go back to my desk and open my books. I eat my crackers. Then my yogurt. I can't concentrate. I keep thinking about ASHTON. How did he even find me? He's probably a stalker. A creepy, lonely, tall, good looking, nice, sweet...

What am I doing? I want nothing to do with him! I never wanted to see him again. Every time I see him, bad thing happen.

I trip at the airport.

I GET ATTACKED BY A BIRD.

I almost don't get that record.

Maybe if I do some English homework, I can get rid of him from my head.

Predicates, what do those have to do with life? Nouns, those are easy. Cow, cheese, music, record, Max, Ashton, Ashton's hair, Ashton's eyes, Ashton's smile, biceps..

WHAT AM I THINKING ABOUT!?!!

I get up and shove my face into the pillow on my bed. I shout into it to get myself together. It's not working.

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Three hours later, and my homework is almost done. My yogurt and animal crackers aw long gone. I was even desperate enough to eat the last of my candy bar. It wasn't too bad. A little stale, but whatever.

The problem is though, that I still can't stop thinking about him. It's severely ticking me off.

Why did I even give him my number?

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Sorry short chapter and it took really long to write.