"Mommy made pancakes!" I heard Taylor's cute little voice yell with excitement as I walked into the kitchen. "Seriously?" I ask with an exhilarated tone to my voice.
"Yup! New house, new habits." Mom says with a smile as she hands me a plate with a pancake on it.
I then start to devour the pancake. Mom hasn't made us a good, home cooked breakfast since the crash, because she would always sleep in so late. I guess moving has helped her.
I rest my head on my hand with my elbow on the table, but then quickly take my hand off my cheek because of the cut on my cheekbone. I had covered it up with some makeup before Mom woke up so she wouldn't get suspicious, but it still stung every time I touched it, along with a couple scratches on my legs. I wince in pain as Mom asks, "Are you okay?"
I quickly try to come up with an excuse and say, "Yeah, just a stomach ache. Guess I'm eating too fast."
She looks at me with an unconvinced expression and says, "Okay... I hope you feel better."
I smile and say, "I'm sure I'll be fine." Ugh. I've never been good at lying, especially when it's on the spot.
She looks at me with a confused look, but lets it go as she says, "I'll see you girls later. I've got to go to the office for my new job!" She starts to walk to the front door, her heels clicking against the hard wood floor each time she takes a step.
"Love you!" Taylor yells. She blows us a kiss before closing the door.
"What are we going to do today?" Taylor asks.
"Nothing," I say.
"We can't go anywhere. Mom took the truck."
She grumbles as she says, "I want to go somewhere!"
I finally lose my temper as I yell, "We can't! Mom isn't going to be back until six, and she took the truck! So just go play in your room or whatever it is that you do!" She gives me a death glare as she stomps back to her room, and slams the door. I let out a deep sigh as I put my plate in the sink and walk back to my room.
I flop down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling, letting all the devious thoughts crawl back into my mind about how life here is going to suck. No friends, no family, and no fun. My thoughts are interrupted when the doorbell rings. Who could that be?
I walk to the door and open it up to see a very familiar face and a pair of mezmorizing, bright green eyes. Corey.
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