how 24 words can turn a good mood bad

the inspector gadget theme song emerges from the 2nd chorus of the shins's "caring is creepy," growing more persistent as it remains unanswered. a flippy haired teen that had been typing in rhythm with the song, flicks the enter key off beat, disturbed by this intrusion. she has wrinkles surrounding her mouth now, outlining where her smile belongs, though it would be impossible for most to know this. she moves towards the unwanted sound. in a new space, she knows not where the wooden floor stealthily rises...

"fuck" she says. her sister hears. still recovering from injury, she snatches the phone from hibernation. "hi."
"hi" says the phone. (she wonders how anyone could mistake this voice for her own.)
"what's up?" she's moved on. she's done. and it shows.
the voice searches: "oh, well, how did that essay go?"
"he made comments. i'll rewrite."
"right."
silence.
struggling, "so i just called—"
"yeah?"
"i just called to say hello."
"hi."
silence.
she must have something in her eye. "is it fixed yet?" and apparently something in her throat.
"well no...but i plan..." the voice fades from her consciousness as she remembers the last five weeks.
"okay."