The day continued to crawl by, but that was expected when you sit in bed counting the seconds.
Mireh tried listening to the CDs she bought last night, but they were too upbeat for her. They were the sorts of songs she'd listen to while cleaning or doing her homework or going out for the occasional jog. Not the sorts of songs she'd listen to while her best friend was on the other side of town, ready to die.
Any second now.
Mireh didn't text Retta all morning, but as soon as noon rolled around, she gave in and texted her, asking how she was enjoying her day with her parents.
R: its going good. dads fun as always but mom is off doing her own thing
M: you havent told them?
R: i dont no how (｡•́︿•̀｡)
M: you have to eventually
R: i no i no
R: have u told ur parents?
M: i dont know how either (◞‸◟)
R: let me no if u find out how
R: heres temeras # 440-8940-1245 txt her about pickin her up 2nite
M: are you not going to be able to make it?
R: ill let you no527Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLFXhrRgoXV
