I walk back and forth in my room, phone on my bed, number of the one whos supposed to help me next to it. The problem i have with this situation hit me when i got home: What am i going to say? Will she really be able to help me? Jumping on my bed, i pick up the piece of paper and stare at it. Amelia P. Not really a usual name in this region, but not an ugly one. I turn my head to look at the time. 19:34. I guess now would be a good time to call right? A “normal” time to make a usual phonecall. I pick up my phone and type in the digits.
I hold the phone to my ear and hear it ring. “Oh god, why am i doing this to myself... oh. My grades. riiight.” A hear a click as someone picked up the phone: “Hello there, Page Household here.” My heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach. That voice. Amy. Oh god. How. Why. The piece of paper flickers before my eyes. Amelia P. P, like Page.
“H-He, Hello there, my name’s Ethan.” Way to go.
The phone remains silent for a good 30 seconds. I hear a muttering on the other side, and wonder whats going on. Suddenly, the voice comes to life again: “Ethan? Ethan Smith? How did you get this number? Its Amy.”
Dear god. thats just what i needed to sooth my nerves.
“I got the number from Mr. Wright, my class teacher. He said someone called Amelia was is his class once and she could maybe help me get my grades up.”
As if talking to her out of nowhere again wouldnt be shameful enough.
“Oh. Yeah, i guess my big sister could help you, she’s that kind of a smartass. I’ll get her on the phone for you, so just wait a second okay?” Another chill crawls up my spine, freezing me to the bone: “Y-yeah, that would be great, thanks.” I can hear her walking through her house, calling her sister: “Big Sis, it for you!” I hear a thumping sound, like someone walking down a flight of stairs. I new voice comes through the phone: “Hello there, Amelia here, how can i help you?” My heart slows donw a little: “Hello there, my name is Ethan Smith. I got your number from Mr. Wright, he told my that you could help me the get my grades on a better level.” I short silence. “Depends, how much would you pay me?” I freeze, thinking about it before i here laughter from the other side: “I’m joking buddy, i teach for fun. How ‘bout you come over next saturday, then we could look over what you need help with.”
I think about it. Just like that walking into Amy’s house like a belong there? I’d be pretty emberrassed. But i guess i’ll be needed to do it. For my grades you know.
“S-sure, that sounds great.”
“Good, i’m just gonna patch you up with my adress, ill expect you at point 2:00PM, got it?” She slowly tells me the adress and repeats it so im able to write it down. “Allright, got it captain, point 2:00PM. I’ll be there.” I hear a faint laugh and conversation: “Thats what i like to hear. So, Amy wants to talk to you again, so ill be off. See you saturday then.” I make a mental note for saturday: “Sure, saturday. See you then.”
Wait, what was the other part?
Before my mind is able to correctly understand to meaning of it, her voice comes through the phone again: “So, i heard youre coming over on saturday?” I hear her chuckling to herself: “You better prepare to learn, my sister can be... dedicated.” “I’m sure its gonna go great, what could go wrong?”
A silence grows over the line, carrying the noise of thousands of pet-rocks.
I think about it for a second, then grab my courage: “Hey Amy, are you free on saturday?” After another short silence she answers: “Pretty much, why?” I think about asking him first, then realize he’ll be okay with it anyway: “I’m heading over to a friends place to play some games, would you like to join us? It would be way more fun with a player 3. There’ll be snacks, drinks and lots of fun.” I let myself fall into my sheets, looking at the ceiling. Her answer sounds insecure: “Yeah, i’d love to hang out with you guys.” I smile to myself: “Great, i promise it’ll be fun. Can you give me your number? then i can text you the adress.”
Moments later we exchanged numbers, and had a short conversation about each others favorite food. I’d kill for lasagna, and shes a noodle-fan. So of i ever take her out for dinner... wait what the hell am i thinking about?! She’s just a friend...
We said our good-byes and wished eachother good night.
Today evolved different than i suspected, but i cant say im mad.
I think my weekend is going to be fun.













