The way I wake up to this alarm is different from the way I wake up from the normal alarm. It was like a sound that wanted to crash your skull open.
I ran out of the house, still remembering to grab my key. I blink a few times.
Nothing is going on. My house is fine. No one else had heard it. Now people saw me and stare at me curiously.
"Sorry," I said before going back in the house. Everyone was looking at me curiously. I was nervous that they would judge me for this moment. I figured it was a dream. It only made sense.
But as I listen, I could tell it wasn't a dream. It had been a call. This time it was late.
It rang again. "Answer," I said sleepily. I saw Mack's figure. I look at him curiously. He blinks his eyes.
"Mack?" I asked. He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Yes, it's me! Wow, you should see Nightlock. It is amazing," he said. I look at him sadly. He frowns. "Is something up?" he asked.
"No, Mack. Everything's fine. I just won't ever go to Nightlock like everyone else. Though I like it here, too," I said. He looked at me sadly.
"Met anyone else?" Mack said. He almost seemed nervous that I had met someone else. Also a touch defensive. Like he didn't want me to make new friends.
"I have a new friend," I replied. He looked slightly sad for a moment before letting it pass. He looked at my nightgown. I could instantly tell he was confused.
"What time is it where you are?" he asked and looked back, as if looking at a clock.
"Two. In the morning," I replied. He looked shocked.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to call you so early. I just thought the time was the same everywhere. Here it's about seven hours past that. It is fun here," he said. I looked down sadly. His figure's fingers nudged my chin up to look at my face. I had my glasses on again, though I don't remember putting them on.
"Mack," I started.
"Yes, Anastasia?" he said, looking at me curiously. I look up at him with sad eyes.
"When you talk to your friends, what do you call me?" and from his expression, I could tell he hadn't expected this question. It was a smart question. I don't know why it was a smart question, but it was.
"Why, I call you Anastasia," he replied, pretending he didn't understand, though he clearly did.
"I mean do you say 'my friend,' or what do you say?" I demanded. He looked down solemnly. I had just found a little secret.
"Mack?" I asked after about 2 minutes. He looked up. He didn't want to answer. I didn't understand why. Maybe because I was fierce about it. About what he called me.
Because he had begged me for a year to say I was his girlfriend. But I told him "no" every time. I don't know why he begged me for so long, but he did.
"I still want to ask you, but I know what your answer will be," he replied. I knew at that very moment what he had been telling his friends.
"Mack, I will see you at the meeting in Willow-brook next month. Don't forget me," I said. Why could I say that to him but not Miller? Because I knew very well that Mack wouldn't forget me. But I said it anyway.
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Opposite
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