How is it possible to have your heart broken twice a day by the same person? First, he called me a slave in front of Oliver, then later he asked me to carry his loaded bag home, making sure I spent no time with Oliver. I am so heartbroken by his attitude, and it is worse knowing this pain is coming from the person I hate most. Maybe I should have asked how long I will act as his slave. I will remember to ask him that. When I got home, I quickly finished our chores and started working on the notes. Thankfully, Martha had taken the biology notebook home with her. As I was engrossed in my work, I received a call from an unknown number. I smiled, for I am sure it must be Oliver calling. I have very few people with my number, so seeing an unsaved number calling, it is easy to know it is Oliver
