Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Layla
Saturday
*Buzz Buzz*
My phone screen lights up, waking me from my deep sleep. I grabbed my phone to check who the heck was texting me at 2:00 in the morning on a Saturday. Of course. Evalyn. That girl never sleeps, but she still looks like a freaking teen supermodel. I must get at least 9 hours of sleep, or I will look like one of the Zombies from “The Walking Dead.” Unlocking my phone, I checked to see what was so important. Evalyn couldn’t have waited for at least three more hours before waking me up.
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-Laylaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…………
-Wake upppp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Evalyn, it is 2 in the morning on a Saturday.
What is so important you had to wake me up?
-😀
-Do you remember what today is?????????
-You told me to wake you up at 2
-If you hadn’t woken up and texted me before then……..
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I sat straight up in my bed as panic washed over me. Did I miss something? Birthday?! Anniversary?! Oh no! What did I forget? I bolted out of my bed to my calendar, sitting on my desk in the corner of my room. Color-coded for different types of events, I checked and rechecked today’s date. Nothing. What was Evalyn talking about? Pulling my phone out again, I ask her.
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-Evalyn, what are you talking about?
I don’t have anything on my calendar
for today. What is today?
-OOoooooooooo Brett’s gonna be mad that
you forgot……..
-You told me that you were gonna meet his
dad for the first time or smth today
-That is today right?!?!?!?!?!
-If I got the date wrong im so sorry!!!!
-😭
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Oh no. Oh no no no no no no no no no no! I had completely forgotten to put that on the calendar, thinking I would have remembered since it was such a big deal. Clearly, I did not. What was I going to do? I had told Brett to pick me up at 5:00 am because we were also driving up to Nashville to see his Mom. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my clock placed neatly beside my lamp on my bedside table. Crap. It’s 2:48. I only had two hours to actually wake up, get dressed, and mentally prepare myself for the day ahead. Shooting a quick text to Evalyn saying I had to go, I sprinted silently to my bathroom to get ready. It is really hard to rush to prepare and be as quiet as possible. I rushed around the small blue-tiled bathroom, knocking old grey towels onto the floor. I’ll pick them up later. Two hours later, I was ready to walk out the door. My dad was awake now, and we sat together at the table while I waited for Brett to get here. The kitchen was small and cozy. My dad built the table when my mom was still alive. Together, we painted the walls pretty yellow. After what feels like ages, the doorbell rings its two-note chime, snapping me out of my flashback. I got up to leave, hugging my dad before opening the door.
“Have a good day, ladybug.” My dad said as I walked out of his embrace. “Ladybug” was a nickname he gave me when I was little. I gave him a warm, nervous smile and opened the door.
