Short Story

8A Aliya 

Just after midnight, I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. “Ring-ring-ring!” was all I could hear besides the eerie silence creeping into my room. I wasn’t scared, just annoyed. I picked up. A familiar voice asked, “Hello? You there, Aliya?” It sounded like Omar! “Why’d you call me at night?” I mumbled. He said, “Mom told me you didn’t say ‘Happy Birthday’ yesterday.” I froze and hung up. Now I’m finally in the gutter… and it’s my own fault.