No Answer

“It’s not that I don’t like Wesley,” my mom explained, “It’s just that she didn’t leave a good first impression.”

“Well what is that supposed to mean?!”

My mother opened her mouth to speak but was stopped by the phone ringing.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey,” it was Nick, “Is Wes with you guys?”

“No, she left like half an hour ago to meet up with you guys.”

There was a pause.

“Uhh…well….she’s not here.”

“What?!” I exclaimed. “She has to be there, it would have taken her about five minutes to drive to the mall! Hold on let me try her cell phone. I’ll call you back.”

I hung up the phone and quickly dialed Wesley’s cell phone number. It rung one, two, three times…no answer.

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