How life goes on.
My dad and papΓ‘ are panicking. I'm not surprised, I mean, wouldn't you? My dad is going to the grocery store, so I ask, "May I come with you? I need some fresh air." He responds with "Of course you can!" "Thank you, Dad," I say. "AdiΓ³s, cariΓ±o," my papΓ‘ says. (Bye honey.) "AdiΓ³s, papΓ‘," I say, waving my papΓ‘ goodbye. I quickly grab my sketchbook and leave. On the way from walking back, I check my phone for any emails on school, but instead, I get Zoom invites and Google Meets. Most are from the teachers to have a meeting with my dads. Then, out of nowhere, my dad says, "Aspen, watch out!" Then I bump into someone, and our foreheads hit each other, and I say, "I am so sorry, are you hurt?" They looked up, and our eyes met. I felt like some kind of spark. I don't know how else to explain what happened. We were paralyzed, there was this silence. "Are you guys okay?" my dad says. I snap out of my gaze. "Yes, thank you, Dad." I look over, and the boy is picking up my sketchbook, looking into the opened pages. He closes the book and hands it to me. "Nice sketches," he said. "I like them." I say, "Thanks." My dad jumps in, "Can we go home now?" "Oh, yeah," I said. I quickly grab a phone off the ground and run all the way home, with my dad being a slow poke the entire time. I get home and flop on my bed, thinking of the boys' hazel green eyes as they stare into mine. Red spreads across my face as my brother walks in and asks, "Whatcha thinkin about?" "Nothing," I say. He looks down to where my phone is and says, "Did you get a new case?" "No," I said, confused. "Well, that's not your phone case," he said as I looked down at the phone. It is not my phone. "Ah, shoot!" I say. "I must have picked up that guy's phone by mistake." My brother walks out, not caring that I might need a new phone. "Bring," "Bring," the phone rings. "Should I answer it?" I ask myself. I look at the caller ID. "That's my phone number. He must have realized I took the wrong phone." I answer and say, "Hello?" "Hi," the boy says, he seems calm, and his voice is not as deep as before. I snap out of my hallucination. "Hey, I think I took your phone," I said. "Yeah, you did," he giggled. It wasn't a full laugh, just a small giggle. "Sorry about that," I say. "If you want it back right now, I'll be happy to meet you somewhere." "Okay, where is best for you?" he asked. "Do you know where Lincoln Park is?" I asked. "Yeah, it's pretty close to me," he says. "So your name is Aspen?" "Yeah, how did you know?" I asked. "Your dad yelled it," he said. "Well, I didn't get your name," I say. "August, call me Auggie, please." "Well, I better get going," I say, trying to end the conversation. "Kay, see you at the park," he said. "Okay, bye!" I say.
LOL, it's another one of those annoying people who post stories for no reason. This is a continuation so cheak out my other one.