Olive's POV
Another boring day of school, but least tomorrow's Saturday. I was in math class bored out of my mind. Fletcher was missing, he never usually late. Then out of nowhere he came running in.
''Sorry, I'm late''. He told the teacher, ''I over slept''. The teacher glared at him and told him to sit down. He walked over to a seat next to me and sat down. As soon as the teacher turned around to face the smart board, Fletcher whispered. ''Sorry, I'm late''. I nodded and grabbed his hand.
''its fine''. I said.
An hour later, school was over, Fletcher and I walked home together. ''Why was your mom so late yesterday''? He asked.
''She said there was an emergency at her job''. I said kicking a piece of dirt on the ground.
''Olive''. Fletcher asked. I looked at him.
''If you could have anything in the world, what would it be''? He asked. I shrugged, I really didn't know. There were so many things.
''I don't know''. I said.
''Oh, he said, okay''.
''Why''? I asked.
''Just wondering''.
We walked pass my favorite store. It had the cutest teddy bears and charm bracelets. One I really wanted had cupcakes on it.
''Oh my gosh, there it is''. I squealed.
''What'' . He asked. I laughed, ''the bracelet I want for my birthday''.
''Oh, okay''. He said. We continued on to my house. As we walked up my steps, Fletcher checked his watch. ''Oh crap''. He exclaimed.
''What is it''?
''I got to go''. He said.
''You need to go see Chyna again. I said.
No. It's my mom's birthday. He said.
Well, tell her I said happy birthday. I said as he walked down the steps.
Will do. I'll call you later. He said.
I walked into my house, to see my cooking spaghetti and meatballs.
''Hi, sweetheart. She greeted me, Hungry''?
''No, I had a really big lunch today''. I said walking up to my room. My room was big, and color full with rainbows and science kits, I had a huge pink bed with stuff animals covering them, and I really didn't want them on bed. But mom refused to put them somewhere else. On my dresser, I have trophies for science championships and spelling bees. Also I have photos, some with me and Fletcher on our trips to the beach and amusement parks. Other ones with chyna, flethcer, and I together at movies, Disney world.
Why don't I call Mrs. Quimby, and wish her a happy birthday. I got my cell phone and called Fletcher's house.
''Hello''. His mother picked up.
''Hi, Mrs. Q this is olive''. I said.
''Oh, hi olive, if you're looking for Fletcher he's not here''. She said.
''I know, I wanted to say happy birthday''. I said.
''What are you talking about; my birthday is 6 months from now. She told me.
Oh. I'm sorry. Fletcher told me it was today. I said, feeling really stupid.
We both hung up
That little liar. Fletcher has some explaining to do.
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