My so-called friends
The phone jolts me out of a dreary Saturday evening, alone in my room.
Someone's calling me.
Keren's calling me.
I try and remember when was the last time she talked to me, let alone called me on the phone.
I pick up the phone, trying not to sound like the idiot that I am, waiting for the phone to ring.
"Hello?"
Nothing.
Random fractures of sentences.
Muffled laughter.
Her phone, bumping around in her purse, called me by accident, because I tried to get through to her before. Needless to say, I wasn't answered.
I hang up after about a minute of desperate "Hello?"s, and send a message.
"Lock your phone."
I just can't take it anymore.
I think I've realised why I try and talk to deesarrachi as much as I can.
Someone's calling me.
Keren's calling me.
I try and remember when was the last time she talked to me, let alone called me on the phone.
I pick up the phone, trying not to sound like the idiot that I am, waiting for the phone to ring.
"Hello?"
Nothing.
Random fractures of sentences.
Muffled laughter.
Her phone, bumping around in her purse, called me by accident, because I tried to get through to her before. Needless to say, I wasn't answered.
I hang up after about a minute of desperate "Hello?"s, and send a message.
"Lock your phone."
I just can't take it anymore.
I think I've realised why I try and talk to deesarrachi as much as I can.