Give Me Another Chance chapter two
I don't even know why I gave Ray my number. He's not really someone I would ever talk to if he didn't text me. People say looks can be everything, but if they were, Ray would be popular, because he is quite good looking. Not as good looking, of course, as my boyfriend. Cal. Sweet, amazingly attractive Cal. I'm sure he will have some big role in the story of my love life. I don't see why Ray still flirts with me even though I'm taken. Whatever floats his boat.
"Summer!" my mom called. "Fall, Winter, Spring," I said boredly. I looked at my clock. 7:15, breakfast time, and my mom always made the best breakfasts. I painted the last toenail, then ran downstairs wearing. a pair of skinny jeans, a blue v-neck, and one of Cal's sweatshirts in my hand. "What's for breakfast, mother dearest?" I asked. She smiled at me, not looking up from her hands, which she was washing. "Chocolate chip pancakes," she said, motioning towards a plate with two steaming flapjacks on it. "Yay," I smiled. "What's going on today?" she asked, wiping her hands dry on her pants. "I have a World History test," I said with my mouth full. "Sum, don't talk with your mouth full." I rolled my eyes and said, "Sorry Mom," which came out as "Sorr Om." She laughed at me, then said, "Go get in the car. Don't want to be late for school.