The Rider

Chapter 4

the boy in the picture is Alex and the girl is Sophie. Enjoy the chapter and I hope you have a lovely day :).
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I jumped out of the car as soon as I was safely parked in our big driveway. I sprinted to the front door without pausing to grab my bag, and jammed my keys in the keyhole, panting out of excitement and anxiety, realizing that my mother was going to beat my hide for being late. I threw the door open and before I could say a word, I saw my mother glaring at me from the couch, her lips pressing into straight line. Whenever my mother was mad, she always got strangely calm, until she hit her boiling point and starting yelling like a frustrated teenage girl.

"Mia, I'm so happy that you're home. Would you like to know what time it is?" My mother said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I know I'm late but-"

"Don't give me that! You knew what time you were supposed to be home and you're late! I know you always lose track of time, but that's something that you've got to fix. Someday you're going to be late to a meeting at your future job and 'I lost track of time' is not going to be an excuse. They'll fire you in a second."

"Mom, I know, but I have to tell-"

"No buts! Go hurry and get dressed because we're leaving in 30 minutes," my mom grumbled, obviously very hungry due to my lateness.

"Yes mom," I sighed, disappointed that I didn't get to tell her the big news. I hurried upstairs and ran into my bathroom, quickly turning on the shower since I didn't want to go to dinner smelling like horse and sweat. My mother wouldn't appreciate the horse smell either. I quickly wrapped my hair up into a bun, not wanting to get it wet. My hair was so thick that if I got it wet, it took all day to completely dry out.

As I scrubbed my body, I mentally went through the dresses in my closet, finally deciding on a black and white embroidered strapless dress that came down to about mid-thigh and black heels. I actually remember my mom saying something about how the restaurant was formal and if I didn't wear a formal dress that she'd leave me at home. My mother often cared way too much about first impressions and looking nice all the time.
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I hopped out of my shower and wrapped a fluffy towel around my cold body. I tried to walk over to my closet, only to find that my stupid cat decided to lay outside my bathroom door, causing me to trip over her and smack my head on the floor.

"You stupid good-for-nothing cat!" I shouted angrily, giving my cat a death glare. In response to my fall, she hissed at me and strutted her way onto my bed. I sighed and realized I wasn't really mad at my cat best friend, just stressed out since I only had ten minutes to get ready. I continued my way to my closet and pet my cat, hoping it would make up for yelling at her. She began purring loudly and I let out a sigh of relief.

I threw open my closet and grabbed my dress and heels from the mess of clothes and tossed them on my bed. I quickly walked over to my vanity and plugged my curling iron into the outlet in the wall, and pressed the on button. Can't this thing heat up any faster?

Finally, my curling iron heated up to the correct temperature and I began curling my hair.

I sprayed an overly generous amount of hairspray into my curled hair and started on my makeup. I cringed at my appearance. My hair had been tamed down but my face was a mess. Yikes. I had dark circles under my eyes for no apparent reason and I discovered a new pimple on the side of my nose. My face was mostly clear from acne, but occasionally I got that annoying pimple that decides to move in on your face and seems to yell, "Hey! I'm going to ruin your life and never go away!"

I snorted at the new pimple and began to use concealer to cover the pimple and dark circles. I was about to start applying black eye shadow to my eyelids when the song Fashionably Late starting blaring from my phone. I groaned as I recognized the tone to be one of my good friends, Peter. I liked Peter and all, but I didn't have time to talk to him. I answered the call anyway, knowing I would regret it later.