Sara finished dinner quickly and ran upstairs to her room.
Her mother screamed, “You can’t keep your bicycle in your room, girl.” But she paid no heed.
She rolled around on the bed but couldn’t find peace. She picked the rose that Kai had given him and plucked a petal out. “Should I call him? Will he pick up?”
She thought about it for a minute and then, in a moment of zealousness, she dialed his number.
“It’s ringing. It’s ringing.”
And then another
And another and another
But no answer.
“Maybe he is studying. Oh, who am I kidding. That idiot never studies. He only wants to talk with Amy. What if he is speaking with Amy right now? That’s why he doesn’t want to talk with me. Nobody wants to talk with me. No, no, no. This couldn’t be. What if Amy is with him? No, no, no. There’s a lockdown. She can’t possibly be there. But what if she is? No, he probably is sleeping.”
She curled up on the bed with nasty thoughts running across her mind. She hugged her pillow and shed a tear. One tear led to another and soon there was a flood.
She had heard stories of people losing their minds during lockdown. She just never thought it would happen to her.
Poor Sara! Her eyes went sob, sob, sob.