Olivia
I paced around the room for God knew how many minutes now. I was anxious. Storm said he’d arrive tonight, and that he’d stop by his house before coming to my place. Mom and Dad prepared dinner. Dad was ready to hear some news from my boyfriend.
But, where was that boyfriend?
It was already thirty minutes before seven in the evening. He was supposed to be home at six.
He must be still at home.
The understanding and rational part of me thought that, but the time ticked so fast. Thirty minutes passed by. Minutes became an hour eventually. I couldn’t take it anymore. I found myself walking out of my room and downstairs to the kitchen.
“Are they coming?” Mom called out from the kitchen when I stepped into the living room.
“I don’t know.” I honestly answered them.
“Can I go
