I arrive home from work. It's late, I'm worn out, and I still have homework to do. I dutifully pull out my books and begin the hours of math that lie ahead. My head feels as if it is about to explode, and then I think of you and the pressure is released. On and on, does anybody know what we are living for? My sister gets home and mentions that a boy called for me earlier, maybe about a game I was involved in. I am dead for the day in the game, they should all know that and not bother calling. I perk up, maybe it was you. Maybe you do care. I rush over to the phone and check the call display. My stomach does a flip flop when I see your name on the call-id from earlier this day, you called me, you actually called me. I sigh, I knew someone was thinking about me when my clasp moved to the front of my necklace, I had hoped it was you.
I can barely wait till tomorrow when I'll get to call you back. I vow to myself, I will remember to call you at lunch.
