chapter 4: awoken

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"mmmmm" i moaned. as i heard my dad come in after a late shift at the factory. " hey, honey, are you up?" he asked. " well, i am now." i answered. " oh, well go to sleep its 2:03 am. sorry i was so late getting back, the boss said just a couple more night shifts and ill be promoted!" he shouted. " good job dad....uh...can you close my door when you leave?" i questioned. he rolled his eyes and closed my door and mumbled something...it was either " no one cares" or " stuffed bears"? so i just fell asleep and woke up to the sound of scruffs barking at something. so i pulled myself off my uncomfortable bed and went downstairs to see what the comotion was about. and morgan was at the door! she did the " open the door motion " and i tilted my head like my dog scruffs when you make a weird noise. she rolled her eyes and knocked on the door again. "mmmmmm" i groaned. and then she tried to open the door but when she did scruffs flipped out and jumped on top of her! he might be a chiwawa but he can take you down! i had to get stiches when i was in the 3rd grade! because he bit me. he must have thought i was his stuffed monkey. so i picked him up off her and put him in my brothers room who was still asleep and shut the door. as morgan scrambled to her feet i grabbed her bag and said " your room awaits you mrs. morgan" she laughed and ran to my room and started bouncing on my bed. i calmed her down with my half eaten, rotten pop tart but i didnt tell her it was under my bed, nor left in my book bag to rot or be eaten bye flies. she said " mmm" and i gagged. she asked what was wrong i said " nothing just uh....chocked on my spit!" she was weirded out i could tell but i just flopped on my bed and we talked for about 4 hours and finally i passed out. i know i know i sleep alot but its my talent! i told my mom that but she didnt buy it. i finally awoke when morgan told me someone was knocking on the door. i rushed down the stares and looked out the screen door and i saw that guy. i was embarrased because i was in gummy bear pajamas and had bunny slippers on. " uh...hi" i said. " hey i never got your phone number yesterday so we could go on a date...i mean have lunch."he stuttered. " how did you find me?" i asked. " i looked at where you went after school, not that im a stalker i just wanted to know your name and phone number cause its kind of weird to go out to lunch with a person you dont even know so i just wanted your you know...." he said nervously. " uh...yeah just what i was thinking...haha..hu.hu....uh its uh 4237541423. and my names kaylee." i said. " oh cool. uh my phone number is 4237549821 and my name is alex." he said. " cool ,cool so uh i guess we can meet tomorrow?" i asked. " fine with me." he said now calm. and alex walked off unto the pavement and i shut the screen door. i turned around the corner to see morgan spying on me. and she said " hey uh..i was just.....trying to find the refrigerator.....you know to get.....a drink..." she said frantically. " come on secret agent spy!" i yelled as i grabbed her arm to pull her up the stairs. she told me i found a good one! i said its because im awesome and we talked a while again before it was dinner time. mom came up with a new recipe what morgan and i call " mystery meat" " oowooooowwooooooww!" morgan joked. stop your ghost sounds and get up to my room so we can talk about alex!" i yelled. and i happen to yell loud enough to where my dad could hear me. "who's alex?" my dad questioned with curiosity. " no one just a friend!" i yelled before my heart exploded. " this better not be a really nice friend!" my dad yelled as if we were in a crime scene investigation and i was the murderer and i was being asked questions minutes before facing death row. " he's....not  uh...that cute?!" i yellped before losing control of my voice and blurted out everything. i did not want to have the " dateing and boys and first kiss talk" so i ran off before he could torture any information from me. we ran up to my room and talked for a while until dad came in and said " lights out" which was talent time for me! and before i knew it i had left my best friend all lonely in the dark.

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