It was a Friday night and I was on my bed, painting my nails, with the phone pressed to my ear, talking to Tanya. Or more like Tanya rambling about something. Yeah, kinda lost track of the conversation an hour ago and also, remembered that I couldn't multi-task to save my life.
"Trisha, you listening?" she suddenly screamed into the phone causing me to yelp and spill nail paint on the bed.
Great, my mom is going to kill me now.
Just great.
In fact, knowing my mom, I am pretty sure that she will choke me with this very sheet.
What a beautiful way to die.
"Trisha??"
Sighing, I replied, "Yeah?"
"Are you even listening?"
"Yeah-uh," I mumbled weakly.
"What was I talking about then?"
Shoot me. Now.
Why do people do this? Especially when I don't even know how the talk started.
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