When I looked to see who was calling my name it was a girl. I thought her name was Andrea, turns out it was Ashley. She was wearing black skinny jeans, red converse high tops, and a Metro Station band tee. Typical, I thought I get the misfit. But I shouldn’t be talking

“Heey. Taylor right? Do you wanna be my partner?” She asked.

“Wow. You actually knew my name. I mean.. yeah.”

“Ooh everyone knows your name.”

“Really?”

“Yeaah. Has no one ever talked to you?”

“Nooooo. I’ve never even had a best friend.”

“Mannnn. That’s rough.”

After that it was pretty much silent for the rest of the dissection. After school I walked to A&W and bought myself a rootbeer float. Eventually I made it home and when I did Tracie, another foster, told me I got a phone call but she didn’t know who from. This was made my wonder who would call me since no one had my telephone number. The rest of the night was typical. TV, TV dinner, TV, skipped homework, and bed.

But the phone call never escaped my mind.