Zoe was tempted, more than tempted, to pick up the phone. She was also tempted to hurl it at a wall.
She did neither, though. She had nothing to say to Sydney, and if she broke her phone she'd have to ask her parents for a new one or a repair job. To ask her father would mean a look of disappointment. To ask her mother would involve telling her Sydney had called—and she hadn't picked up, which would lead to a look of a different kind of disappointment.
So, she simply ignored her cell's frantic buzzing.
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But she just couldn't get that missed call out of her head.
As ticked off as she was at Sydney (and she was very ticked off. Not only had her sister stolen her opportunity to impress their father, and embarrassed Zoe completely in front of powerful alchemists, she'd earned herself a gold star, succeeding like she did at everything) she vaguely wished she'd picked up.
It had been a long time since they'd talked—even longer since they'd done so without arguing.
She toyed with her phone, turning it over in her hands, contemplating making the call. Would Sydney still be by the phone? Would she answer?
Steeling herself, she opened the phone, and dialed Sydney's number- only half expecting her sister's voice to greet her from the other end.