Not turning off the computer or anything on her small laptop computer she closed the screen down and put it on the floor by her bed. A quick shower would do her good and she went off to go take one.
While in the shower her computer pinged! three times and one of the candles on her dresser; the wax fully melted and the wax being covered in hot liquid wax engulfed the flame and the flame went out leaving a small trail of smoke to go off in the air and leave; disapear completely.
Downstairs three little boys, at ten o'clock at night were still up running around while the adults were totally engulfed in conversation.
Getting out of the shower she put on a grey sweatshirt and black pajama pants with little chains on them. Putting everything back into order she put the towel to wipe her makeup off with on her dresser, and blew out the last two candles. Taking the burnt one off her dresser she tossed it into her side small dresser trash can and grabbed her laptop again. If nothing interesting was going to happen tonight, not including the visit of her aunt and three cousins for the week she was just gonna call it a night and go to bed.
Pulling the screen up she was surprised to see that Danny Fenton, ghost boy, her best friend, the one who she was currently argueing with had messaged her three times:
Fenton, D: You must've forgotten your bookbag
Fenton, D: We have english homework for tomorrow
Fenton, D: I've left your bookbag at your front door
And the was it. He had logged off because his name didn't show anymore.
In a way it felt like a dis. He did not even say 'Hi' or 'Bye' to her. Don't get me wrong she didn't expect him to say it, but it just felt rude to her.
The gesture:
Fenton, D: Ive left your bookbag at the front door.
That was nice of him to do that, but she felt that maybe he had to return it. Whatever way it was returned and she had to go downstairs, face the annoyances of family and get it, which also meant that she had to do the homework and not blow it off until some other time becuase she didn't have an excuse not to do it.
...Either way she was gonna blow it off for now.
This was very short, I know. But I have a cold and want to go to sleep. I will write more soon. Next chapter is her and the family.
