38: On This Call

Camilla The next morning, I woke up, yawned, stretched both of my arms and glanced at the clock. There was nothing to do, actually. I should just stay home and enjoy life, relish the money. I mean, why are my parents rich? I sat on my bed, and my phone began to ring. The caller's ID was unknown, so I wondered who it was. I wasn't actually expecting calls from anyone, so who was this person? I yawned as the phone kept on ringing, and I didn't even want to pick up. I literally have no idea what's wrong with me, but I just want to listen to this wonderful ringtone and don't want to even slide answer. The ringing stopped eventually, and I lay on my bed once again. It's comfortable like never before. The phone buzzed again, and I answered the call, feeling a little bit irritated. "Who the fuck is this?" I asked like I was out of my goddamn mind. "Is this how you talk to someone when you're just starting a conversation on the phone?" My face changed to a puzzled one. "I remembered tha