Elana heard her cell phone ring. She wiped her eyes, and fumbled through her purse.
"Hello?," It sounded like Janiz's mother.
"Myra?,"
"Oh, you can't call me that anymore, its Ms. Roberts to you, young lady, now what it your problem with Janiz-,"
"EXCUSE ME?! You call my cell phone at 9:30 pm, about your skank of a daughter? Now I'll tell you what my problem is-,"
"How dare you? Wait till your mo-,"
"My mother doesn't care, she hates you anyway. . .anyways, dont come to me with that CRAP, your angel of a daughter blackmailed my boyfriend by threatening to tell the whole school about my family situation!,"
"Well, Janiz told me-,"
"I know what Janiz told you, a bunch of crap!,"
"[sigh] Oh well, I'll talk to her, sorry for the trouble,"
Elana slammed down the phone. She can't believe she just did that.
"Wow. . .,"
It seemed Ms. Roberts was conviced really easily, maybe she was already on my side in the first place, Janiz probably forced her to call me, that's how she got my cell number. . ., Elana thought.
She yawned, changed into her PJ's, and went to sleep.
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