An Unanswered Call (1/1)

I walked downstairs, clumsily trying to get my shoes on while walking the stairs.“___, is that you?” Asked my mother from the kitchen.“I’m going out for a while!” I said while opening at the door.“O,” I heard her say, sounding a little bit disappointed. I sighed and waited a few seconds, knowing she was going to say something. “Still not in the mood for a talk?”I smiled and shook my head. You had to give her credit for her persistency. “Bye mom,”I closed the front door and walked to the side of the house, to my bike. I unlocked and drove off. I didn’t have a drivers licence. I did have lessons once, but after having multiple discussions with instructor, about who knew it better, I decided to stop. Of course I knew that every one of those discussions my instructor had been right, but that was what irritated me so much. Coming to think of it, I wasn’t really good at being wrong back then. I did everything to make people believe I still was the one who was right, of course, trying to get your driver’s licence with that attitude wasn’t really working.When I had to stop in front of a red light I heard my ringtone play. I opened my purse and looked through it, trying to find that stupid vibrating-noise making device. After searching through it for a few times I found it and quickly pulled it out of my purse.My heart froze when I looked at the one who was calling.I looked at the number multiple times, I read the name multiple times, feeling this harsh pain in my chest as my mind started recalling memories of the last time he had called me. At the airport, when I was about to leave everything behind, including him.I swallowed hard and clicked on the red button. I put my phone back in my purse and as soon as the light turned green I cycled further. I went to a small coffee shop in the neighbourhood and sat down at a table there after ordering some hot chocolate, because I didn’t like coffee. You have to learn drinking it, well I tried multiple times, but the bitter and horrible taste will never become tasty.I had taken my laptop with me and wanted to enjoy the free wifi there for a few minutes. We had internet at home as well, but my father had somehow made it possible to see what everyone was doing who was using it. I just prefer a bit more privacy while surfing the internet.After visiting the shop I directly went home. We lived in this small town, where nothing interesting ever happened. It was just a quiet and calm town and annoyed me a lot. Ever since I ended the hectic live I had for just a month in Korea, I wasn’t really used to having to plan my own things and, even more important, pay for everything myself. But my live was slowly getting back to normal. Slowly.As soon as I opened the door to my parents’ house I threw my purse on the floor and walked straight to the kitchen. I popped my head around the corner and looked at my mom’s back, her front was turned to the stove. She busy making dinner. “Home,” I said.“Got ya!” My answered quickly, too busy to have a talk. Not that I complained.I walked upstairs and into my room. My eyes immediately got drawn to my desk, filled with books. I sighed heavily. Stupid school.I wasn’t concentrated at all, I may have read that one sentence ten times by now, but it just wouldn’t stay in my head. I let out a frustrated yell and closed my books with a loud thud. Why was studying so, not fun?“___!” I heard my mom yell from downstairs.“What!” I shouted back in an irritated voice. She knew I wasn’t angry at her for shouting,  every time I hit the books I ended up being frustrated.“Your phone is ringing!”“Ugh,” I really didn’t feel like standing up to get one call, it probably wasn’t important anyway.. “Let it ring!” I shouted back. My mom didn’t answer so I assumed she had gone back to making dinner. ~Normal POV~“Let it ring!” ___ shouted from her room, obviously not in the mood to get up. She sighed, even though she was her mother, she had no idea why ___ would get so irritated by learning.She sighed and bent down, searching through ___’s purse. She smiled as soon as she had found the phone and quickly answered the call, if ___ didn’t want to answer it, she could at least take a message.“Hello,  this is ___’s phone, she’s currently-” She looked up stairs. “- busy. Can I take a message?”“… Who is this?” She was surprised by the low voice of the speaker and didn’t expect a guy to be calling her daughter. She felt  excitement filling her body, knowing that this guy had to be interested in her. She just sensed it.“I’m ___’s mother,” She said with a smile on her face. “May I ask who I’m speaking to?”