Chain Mail ( Chapter 2 )

The rest of the day I feared going to sleep. I didn't touch my food at lunch. I didn't talk on the phone. And most importantly, I stayed as FAR away from the computer as possible.If I had to read another one of those Chain Mail letters I swore, I would have slammed that Laptop into the wall and danced on top of it until I was sure it was destroyed.
I thought more about staying awake so I didn't have to sleep that night.I drank 5 cups of coffee and drank it all in about 2 minutes.
If I woke up with a clown next to me I prepared myself well. I had a bat under my bed, a small butter knife on my drawer and I slept with my hands in fists.
I was ready. Ready for a fight. But before I could even prepare my room, my mom called me downstairs. "Anabelle,I would love it if you direct your underwear in the basket,instead of shooting it in the basket, like it's a BASKETBALL." my mom nagged.
"You know Mom, I'm kind of busy right now, let's talk later, M-Kay?" Then I ran upstairs.
I locked my windows and made sure my door was locked, and instead of water on my dresser next to my bed, there was a nice cup of coffee. To drink,or throw at the clown. I was ready. Ready for a proper FIGHT.