The improvers/Cassia 4

My mom left the house two hours ago. She always brings her phone with her. Curious, I get up and walk into the kitchen ending up just staring at the still ringing phone. Should I answer it? Thankfully I don’t have to answer that. The phone stops ringing and I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding. Wait, what if it was something important and mom would have wanted me to answer it? I start to get nervous and start to sweat and talk to myself. Yeah, I know, I’m a nervous wreck when it comes to stuff like answering phones, pathetic. I’m about to take my insanity with me into my bedroom when the phone starts ringing again. Without thinking I run over and answer the phone. I know it’s a disaster waiting to happen before I say anything. To say I’m not used to interacting with people is an overstatement. “Um, hi?”, yep this is going to be a disaster. “Hello.”, comes back a monotone voice, almost like a recording.