17 Chapter seventeen

Chapter 17

Joseph's POV

I rolled on the bed facing the ceiling, it had an intricate design, I tried to follow it with my eyes so I could make out the shapes and colors.. but I couldn't find anything I could identify. I guess it was an abstract design, my eyes shifted from there to the walls, even the paint looked expensive. I wish Dad was here to see it, I remembered he promised us a house similar to this or even bigger.. he never fulfilled his promise.. not even one.

The ringing of my old phone shook me out of my memories. From the sound of the old thing, I was sure it was coming from the bedside table. I managed to pick it up without looking. I opened it, I hadn't gotten around to get a new phone, I was still using my old open and close phone, which I dare not bring out in this school. In my old school almost every one used my kind of phone and we didn't use phones a lot, the neighborhood was small, so we just walked. But here, huge ass phones were kind of a necessity.