. blah” message. He always had that do-not-disturb while driving turned on and insisted she did too. He flatly forbid her to use the phone while dri...ing. But she was mad from school and angry at herself and cranky from her period. And now she was mad he wasn’t there to take her frustrations out on.He walked in to total quiet. This wasn’t good. He peeked into her room, slowly opening the door. She was lying in bed on her stomach, her room looked wrecked with books and clothes and stuff scattered. I put the tray onthe floor outside her bedroom door and just walkedaway. I was lost; I didn’t know what to do.I sat in the study contemplating my next move, it tooka rare breed of slut to do what Mia had just done, andI needed to find someone who could intervene because itwas obvious that I wasn’t getting through to her. Andthat’s when it came to me, I would seek counsel fromour reverend. I picked up the telephone and dialed thephone number for our church. The church secretary. As I approach the Starbucks I could feel the knot in the pit of my stomach. It was almost unbearable. I grabbed the handle on the door and opened it. Now to find my date. Aunt Sarah told me that the girl would be wearing a white shirt with polkadots. I scanned the room but didn't see anyone with polkadots. I figured I would get a hot chocolate find a table and try to remember the things aunt Sarah taught me. As I sat at the table sipping the hot chocolate, I remembered the things Aunt Sarah. That's why I was surprised that it sounded like real concern in Aaron's voice when he spoke again."Well... are you okay? I know you were having a hard time when I left and I wasn't sure... I mean, I wanted to call and see how things worked out, but I figured you were still pissed at me." I am," I insisted, but he actually smirked at that."Okay, great... so are you alright? Did you talk to them?"I paused, feeling a little calmer because he wasn't currently doing anything to fuel my anger. In.