Andrew Lieberman
It has been three hours, and I haven´t heard from Piper. I was eager to talk to Amalia, but that would not be happening today. I picked up my phone and tossed it away, again. I wanted to text Piper, but I didn't want to seem too pushy. Amalia had been sick and might need rest and time to recover.
I was torn, I wanted to hear from her what had hurt her, and start working on fixing it. My selfish side wanted to push forward at full throttle, while Amalia had a completely different pace. Understandably so, she had been trying to recover from an acute anemia, and now this nasty hangover, which was borderline real food poisoning.
I paced my place, tried to get myself busy studying some hockey games and plays, but it was futile... my entire mind, body, and soul were focuse
