"What?!" I cocked my head at my phone.
The message I opened had used a bunch of short cuts and words that had all of the vowels removed. I couldn't stand texting people who wrote like that. Honestly! Is it that hard to spell out please, boss, minutes, and thanks?
I hit reply and spelled out the word "what" and included a question mark. I gave up on deciphering the next message, replied, "Oh my goodness, never mind." (using all 21 letters, thank you!) I gently tossed my phone on my bed and walked into the kitchen, where I found my mom reading a book.
"Hi mom."
"Hi."
Well, she wasn't going to be very talkative. I grabbed an apple from the fridge and went back into my room, hearing my own book calling to me.
I had one missed call and a voicemail. My dad's voice came from the speaker and said, "Tell you mom that my boss is coming over in 5 minutes. I know, the house is a mess, quickly! Tidy it up, please! Thanks!"
When did my dad ever learn to text like that? I suddenly realized what the voicemail had said.
Oh crap! I thought, opening my door and yelling, "Mom!", just as the doorbell rang.
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