It was still light out, but, in my room it was shady. I sighed grasping Charlie’s sweater I had kept for 6 months now.

I would occasionally see him in the halls; we would talk a little, and be on our merry way. He lived up the street from me so sometimes I’d see him walking by, walking his gold retriever or hanging out with friends.

There was something about him that was so intriguing, so vital, I just had to keep watch of him. I was semi-good at drawing so I would have sketches of him in my book.

As I lay immerse deep in thought, I was abrupted by twin sister, Ashley. She slammed my door open and shouted, “Where the hell is my blow dryer?”

I shot up and glared, “Go find it your god damn self.” I stood up, stuffing the sweater under my bed.

“Hey, whore! I have a really hot date in a half an hour and I do not want to miss it.” She screamed at me, kicking my stuff around searching.

“Leave my stuff alone! I would never even borrow your friggen blow dryer, go ask Jill if she has it!” I shrieked shoving her out of my room. I slammed the door behind me and sighed.

I could still smell her hideous scent. I scowled and scrunched up my nose. Then my cell went of playing “My Paper Heart” by All American Rejects. I went through my piles of crap and finally found my camera phone.

“Hello?” I gasped annoyed.

“Anna, supp?” A familiar voice cheerfully asked.

“Hey, Sam, nothing much. The bitch was trying to find her shit in my safe haven. What’s with you these days?” I asked happily at the sound of my good friend.

“Well, the parents are out and I’m having a little shindig over at my place, inviting a few friends you know?” Sam laughed.

“No one uses the word shindig anymore and no, I don’t know Sam. Would you care to explain? Haha, I’ll be there in like an hour maybe okay?” I smiled.

“Yeah, see you then.” Sam hung up. I loved that kid!

I went out in the living room to see Mom reading.

“Mom?”

“Yes?” She asked a little too hopefully.

“Could you drive me to Sam’s?” I asked numbly.

Her face fell and she put her book down and got up sadly.

“Yeah, sure. I’ll drive you now.” She went in the car and I grabbed my jacket following her.

On the way she listened to the book on tape and mumbled to herself. I pressed my forehead against the window and watch the town speed by.

Soon, we pulled up to Sam’s colonial white house and I smiled at my mom, “Pick me up at ten.” Then, left her in the car and knocked on the door. My mouth dropped open when I saw who greeted me.