It Started With A Date {Discontinued}

Date (Part 1)

'Mum! Mum! Mum!' I yell when I get back into my house.

'What?! I'm getting ready for another date for God's sake!'

'Sorry! I just need to tell you something!' I yell up the stairs.

'Well come up here and tell me then!' I huff, and take the stairs two at a time. 'Okay, so...'

'Hold up!' She puts her shoes on and throws her hair back over her shoulders. 'Okay. Tell me.'

'Sooo... MIT has already offered me a scholarship but they will only give it to me if I get an A in both biology and chemistry.'

'How much is the scholarship?'

'I don't know.'

'If it's a lot, then go ahead and go, but if it's petty I won't be able to pay the rest of the fees,' she said shaking her head.

'But can I get un-grounded because of that?' I ask, pleading.

'Sure... But I need to go now hun.' She gets up and kisses my forehead.

'Thanks. Have fun!'

'I'll try to!' She says, walking down the stairs. She opens the door and waves to someone, she turns and waves to me and I wave back. As soon as she closes the door, I run into my bedroom and open my laptop which I haven't used in a while. I brush the small layer of dust off and open it.

'Right, okay,' I turn it on. I go onto the MIT website and get the email for the president.

I type up an email.

Dear Mr Reif, I have been informed of the situation of my chance to obtain a scholarship. I mean not to bother you, but would you please send me the full details of the scholarship (what it covers it etc.)

Many thanks,

Sara King.

I close the laptop and grab my phone. I open up mine and Harry's conversation

'HARRY HARRY HARRY HARRY I'M UNGROUNDED.' I wait, and I wait some more. He doesn't reply. I go onto Facebook and see if he's online. He hasn't been on for two days. Marcel is online though, so I message him.

'MARCEEEEEEEEELL FIRST OFF, I'M UNGROUNDED. Secondly, where is Harry?' He replies a few moments later.

'Good! He's on a date with this chick who is snobby and stuck up but he loves her guts.'

'How come he hasn't been on FB for a while then?'

'His chick doesn't want him talking to other girls on here.'

'Oh. Wanna FaceTime?'

'Sure, I'll call you.'

'Okay,' moments later, I get a call from Marcel.

'Heya!' He says waving.

'Hey!'

'How have you been?'

'I've been good, you?' I answer.

'I've also been good,' he replies.

'When will Harry be back?'

'About an hour,' he shakes his head, 'that chick hates me, whenever I try to ask Harry something when she is around, she always yells at me.'

'And Harry does nothing?' I ask worriedly.

'Nope, nothing,' he says.

'It's probably just the honeymoon phase,' I say, trying to convince us both that it'll be over soon.