Somethings' Forgotten (Slowly Updating)

Chapter seven

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The next morning, I woke up a little earlier than my usual time, surprisingly around 8. I did my morning routine, took a nice shower and got dressed back into my tracks and a t-shirt.

I don't like dressing formally at home, I don't see the point of wasting good and decent clothes when they can be an outfit fit for outdoor wear. When it's time for me to hangout and go out looking all decent with nice clothes or outfits, that's exactly when I haven't got any clothes in my closet. I have tons, but to make it into an awesome looking outfit is a big deal.

You guys understand me right?

I made my way over to my bedside table to grab my phone and dial a specific number. She picked up in the second ring. Damn! Looks like someone was impatiently waiting for my call. I need to come up with a good excuse. She's like the lion on a hunt while I am the prey.

"H-hello?" I hesitantly greeted her. There was no reply for half a minute. I almost sighed with relief thinking that she probably didn't pick up or she hung up as soon as she did.

But relief was long lived as I could hear her mutter a few curse words. I knew what was coming.

"MISHEL EVANGELINE D'ALESIO! Where on earth were you??! Do you know how worried sick I was? Did you know that I had stopped snacking in between meals just for your damn call. Do you have any idea at ALL?" She took a a deep breath. I opened my mouth to say something, but she cut me off.

"And. Don't. You. Dare. give me some damn lame excuse for not calling me! Lord! I was panicking as though my child has been kidnapped. This was a big no-no for our relationship, don't you remember? We were and are supposed to pick each other's call or send a little text saying that you are alive or had a bad day or even that your busy and can't talk. So do you have anything to say in your favour D'Alesio?" She shouts and took a sharp intake of breath to calm herself after her mother-concerned lecture.

I am pretty sure she was red as a tomato from her outburst. Her face flushes and her cheeks turn red when she's nervous, embarrassed and angry. I don't know if I was the only target of today's blessed outburst.

I was just on the other line, expecting this dramatic greeting and praying that I won't be in so much trouble. My best friend, Morella Susannah Johnson, my support, my weakness, my soulmate and sister, my protective brother figure, my scolding father figure, my lecturing mother figure, she is THE ultimate package of family. My family.

She is a Spanish-Italian women with a little tan skin, beautiful black hair, baby blue eyes with thick black lashes, a slender and tall figure with beautiful curves, a height of 5'6, a straight nose and pink plump lips. She resembles me in my height and the beautiful mix of a Spanish-Italian background.

Crazy right? I thought we would be long lost sisters at first.

"Hey Morella, umm I'm great and I'm alive, all in one piece. Good to know that you take our relationship into consideration. There was a lot going on since you left to Mexico. Umm, and I was just busy with stuff!?" I gave her a nervous laugh, knowing I wouldn't hear the end of it. I actually hadn't called her for over a month now since she returned from her visit to Mexico.

"Busy? Busy! That's the excuse you give me D'Alesio?!!" She screamed through the line exasperated. I groaned. She's still not done.

Wait for it.