When she got home, Nichole pulled her laptop to her bed, and then grabbed her cell phone. She was frustrated and angry as hell, and she needed to talk to someone. Her parents had said she could call them at any time, and she planned on taking full advantage of this. However, she was surprised when her father answered the phone and didn't sound sleepy at all. In fact, he sounded wide awake. "Hi, dad. It's me."
"Hi." She smiled, as her dad's deep baritone voice greeted her. "How are you doing?"
"Fine," she replied. "I'm sorry for calling so late, I just needed to talk to someone."
"That's fine. We're up, anyway. Well, we were. Your mother went to bed about an hour ago."
"Shocking," she said, her voice full of sarcasm. She glanced at the clock and did the math. Her father usually wasn't up that late, let alone her mother. "Why were you guys up so late?"
"Oh, your mother and I recently joined a group called The Sharing a few weeks ago."
Cole felt her mouth go dry, and stammered into the phone, "Like joined, joined? Or are you just going to get a feel for it."
"Actually, we became full members yesterday. It's a wonderful group. I hear they even have a big group where you are. Have you considered joining?"
"No, dad," she replied, barely able to speak. "It-It's just not my thing. You know that."
"True. But you should give it a try. Put yourself out there, you know?"
"I'll think about it." She paused. "Dad, I gotta go. I've got an early class, you know? I just needed to hear your voice, is all."
"Ok. Talk to you later."
"You to," she replied hanging up and dropping the phone on the floor. It clattered loudly and the back fell off, but she didn't care. She placed her laptop back on the desk and cried into her pillow.
She fell asleep, wondering what she could do. Who she could talk to. And where the hell had she put her calculator...
((Hey, Kelran do you care if she left her calculator at your cave? I can let you play with her laptop if she did.
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