Who Were You Talking To?
I spun towards my door looking for my mother’s head. Blake! You need to leave! Mom can’t see you here I screamed through my head.
I’m gone. I heard in my head. I whipped back around to find, indeed, he was gone. The box from which the ring was sitting neatly on my bed along with the note. Hurridly I moved them out of sight. Just as I did that, Mom walked into my room.
“Hunny? Who were you talking to just now?” Mom asked sitting on my bed and narrowly missing the hidden items.
“I was on the phone.. Sorry if I woke you up.” I said my face looking somewhat calm, but my heart beat fast as I scrambled for a story of who was up this early.
“Who, in God’s green Earth, is up this early that you might be talking to?” Mom asked.
“Uh..er.. well Mom..” I stuttered as an excuse flew into my mind. “There’s something I forgot to mention about my stay with Aunt Joise..”
“What? Is everything alright?” Mom asked, concern spreading across her face.
“Yeah, fine. But.. I met someone while I was away…”