Chapter 1
The alarm clock beeped it's dull, steady beep, causing me to turn over and quickly turn it off, not wanting to wake up anyone else in the house. The early morning chill breezed in through the cracks of the windows, making me pull my sweater tighter around my shoulders. My bumpy fingers fumbled with the coffee bag a couple of times, and then finally it was brewing, the strong aroma of coffee wafting through the house. Finally, I had my cup of coffee in my hands and I wandered through the kitchen, fully intending to work on that stack of bills on my desk. But the polished oak table caught my eye and I couldn't resist picking up the first frame.
I was fifteen years old when this story begins. The march wind picked up, blowing in my face as I adjusted the straps of my backpack. My best friend in the entire world, Kirsten walked alongside me. A ray of sunshine hit my face,and I stopped, basking in the sign of summer coming.
"Did you feel that?" Kirsten squeaked, the pink piece of paper she was clutching in her hand bouncing around.
"There's more where that came from!" I announced again as we started to walk again. We had gotten the permission slip for the school spring break trip to Orlando that day,and were super excited for the trip, seeing as nothing fun ever happened in Charlotte.
"My house right?" Kirsten asked as we passed my house. I nodded. She had asked it out of politeness of course, we always went to her house. My dad had left before I was born, and my mom worked all the time, there was never any point of being at my house.
Kirsten and I had been best friends since sixth grade, and I spent all my waking moments at her house.
The single story brick house soon came in view, and I pushed open the front door for Kirsten.
"Mom?"
"I'm in the kitchen, dear!" We turned a corner and there was Mrs. Thomas herself, stirring a bowl of something or other.
"How was your day guys?" Mrs. Thomas put down the spoon and cleaned off her hands on a dishtowel. Kirsten, ever the impatient one, burst out with,
"Mom, we got our permission slips for Orlando today!" Mrs. Thomas's face fell.
"About that dear..."
"Mom!" Kirsten flicked her bangs out of her face impatiently.
"Well, dear, it's just that Aunt Denise called,and they were going to visit, and we haven't seen them in almost three years, I couldn't say no." Kirsten looked beyond angry.
"Don't worry about it Kirs, the beaches will have to wait." I sighed, slinging my arm around her, and guiding her out of the room.
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