I walked through the door followed by the same questions.
Mom: how was school?
Dad: did you make new friends?
Mom: how did you do on your paper?
Dad: any boys after you that I have to talk to?
Like shut the fuck up already. It will always be shit, I will never make friends cause I hate everyone, I obviously failed because they have different views & no, even if there were I only want Andrew.
But this time with a twist.
"Oh, Chloe. We had a phone call from the school...," at this point I could give less of a shit what they had to say I just wanted to sleep. "...and they're concerned and want to put you in therapy and you know we'd never do that without seeing what you had to say and..."
"What I have to say?" I started cutting her off, "all I have to say is that it was my point of view and the way I saw thing. Everyone thinks differently and it's just cause all the adult teachers don't share the same view and I don't think that's fair on me." I said looking annoyed.
"Fair enough, that's good enough for us, we'll kindly decline the offer but Chloe, you need to erm how do we put this... lighten up."
"Okay," I said pretending to be happy.
I lay there motionless on the bed watching the hours tick by, slow, slowly, slower & then what felt like forever. As I was slowly drifting off I was startled by my phone.
'1 iMessage,' it read.
I unlocked my phone and pulled down the notification tab to try and read the message so if I wanted to blank the person my read report didn't show. But this time it was tricky. This message was from a random number that just read 'hey x'.
'hey x', like erm what, do I reply to that? I have like one friend and shes saved as a contact. After a couple of minutes I decided to reply.
'I'm sorry who's this? x' I said back.
'aha, erm I really did blow it didn't I? x'.
No, it couldn't be. But he, I. And I officially ran out of words to say.