*brrrrrring......brrrrrring* Mom answers the phone (oh please be him, oh please be him!)..."Niki, it's for you." (oh yes! maybe!)
"Hi, I'm an admission counsellor from Creighton University...."
I don't know why I do this stuff to myself. It's the same thing every time, and I always get myself hyped up then heartbroken. Do me a favor, ok? Next time the phone rings and it's for me, if it isn't a male voice, just hang up for me.
I'm gonna go crawl back in my fetus position in my little shell...... Don't come for me unless it's him......