Disapointed

I was at home for hours. She told me should would be there 10 o’clock on the dot. She never showed up, dressed I waited by the door. I thought she was just running a little late, but little did I know, I was about to be disappointed. She still hadn’t showed.

I called her and I called her. At first I called only every 20 minutes. Then it turned into calling her every 5 minutes. Before I knew it I was calling, back to back for an hour. She never answered the phone, the whole day had passed right infront of me.

8 o’clock the phone rang! I was so excited I just knew it was my sister to say she was around the corner. I would answer the phone only to find it was Michelle, who had the wronger. I slammed the phone to the receiver in anger. Then I knew she wasn’t going to come.

I was so filled with anger by now. The front door opened it was now 11 o’clock. I looked at her and my hand balled up into a fist. She was laughing, which only angered me further, she saw my face and dropped her smile. I charged at her with all my might.

All she would say was: “My bad.” I couldn’t believe that’s all she would say. No returning my phone calls, not so much as a sorry. No matter what I said she couldn’t see it, she couldn’t see how she was wrong, she couldn’t see my disappointment. My only thought was “My bad” how could I possibly think she would.

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