Ugh, math was so weird. Who honestly needs this crap anyway?
I pushed away from the table, wandered to the kitchen and put some popcorn into the microwave. Just as soon as I had propped myself up against the counter for a 2 and a half minute wait Mom came in, practically screaming into her cell.
“I’ve told you a thousand times. I do not want salmon at my wedding! Fish is disgusting. Fried chicken is what I want, I don’t care if it’s tacky!”
I rolled my eyes and stormed out of the kitchen before my wonderful soon to be stepfather could come in and be all fake nice. It was pathetic.
I went back to my desk and started on math again. I heard the microwave go off but I ignored it. Popcorn didn’t seem worth the walk to the kitchen.
Right about then my phone rang and the caller ID said it was my math teacher. How’d he even get my number?
I picked it up as if it was the most delicate thing ever. “Uhm, hello?” I asked.
“Hey Cynthia,” He said, his voice full of an emotion I didn’t know-or like.