On that same night, after we had finished our dinner, Amy returned to her flat to do some work on her laptop. And as for me, I am currently lying on my bed, with a pencil in my hand and a blank notepad. Yes, a notepad.
I groaned and rolled over to gaze at the ceiling. Still feeling frustrated.
I should probably buy a new journal book. "Argh! I can't take this anymore!"
Suddenly, my phone lit up, and a text message flashed on the screen. I rolled over again to reach it from the top of my bedside table. A warm smile appeared on my face as I started typing.
"I tried to call you yesterday, but you weren't answering," I typed, then sent it.
It wasn't long before my best friend called me.
"Hey!" I exclaimed.
"Sorry, I wasn't able to return your call. I was so busy. How was your day today
