Chapter: 16
I grab my school supplies bag, my purse and gym shirt into the house. My parents aren't home so I go right upstairs. I drop my school stuff on my desk and then set the rest of my stuff on my bed. I walk over to my closet and open the doors. I look for my canvas school bag and find it under a pile of clothes. It's a light brown canvas with a flap with two buckles that flips open into the main part of the bag. There are also two smaller pockets on the front of the bag under the flap. I close the doors and sit at my desk. I write my name in all the folders and notebooks and I open my school bag.
There is a "Have a Nice Day" patch that we got from some shop on Venice beach that we sewed on with Molly and Jen before our freshman year and Jen moved away. We each got different colors and mine was a bright yellow patch with blue around the edges and white flower. If I remember correctly, Molly's is pink with light blue around the edges and a yellow flower and Jen's is purple with pink around the edges and red flower. There is also some embroidered letters on the front of the bag. There is a pink "M" for Molly, a yellow "J" for Jen and a teal "J" for me. I remember when we did this. We smoked a joint at Molly's house and we each took turns doing our own letter in our favorite color on each other's bag. It was so much fun and we thought we were so cool having matching patches. I smile as I run my fingers over the letters. I'm so glad nothing has changed. I am also glad Jen is back. I really did miss her. I put all my stuff inside my bag and put my pens, pencils and erasers in the small pocket on the outside of the bag under the flap.
I hang it on my desk chair and clean up before flopping down on my bed. I lay there for a few minutes before rolling over and getting up and grabbing my white shorts and blue sweat shirt. I change and then crawl into bed and I'm out within a few minutes.
The next day I sleep in and wake up around 10:30 am. I roll out of bed and go downstairs. I open the fridge and pull out some orange juice. I grab a glass and pour the juice. I grab some bread and put it in the toaster. I take another sip of my juice while waiting for the toast. It finally pops and and I take it out and set it on a plate. I sit at the islands eating my toast when my dad comes in. He's wearing a pair of jeans, a white button down that is opened at the top, with a suede vest and some brown boots.
'Hey kiddo you're getting a late start today.' He says grabbing a glass and pouring himself a glass of juice.
I finishing chewing 'Yeah I have nothing going on today so I decided to sleep in while I can before school starts Monday' I take a sip of my juice.
'Good idea' my dad says grabbing the paper from the counter 'Any plans for the last weekend of summer?' He asks me.
'Yeah, if it's okay with you and mom, Molly is having a pool party and then campout at her house. We were going to have a campfire and then sleep in tents.' I tell him filling up my juice glass.
He looks up from the paper 'I don't see why not. Did you want to take a ride to the outdoor supply store? I can get you a new sleeping bag and tent?' He asks
'Sure but I can buy the supplies if you want' I tell him and then I finish my toast. My dad shakes his head 'No that's okay, we need a new one for the family anyway plus I kinda want to look at the fishing gear.'
I get up and put my plate and finish my juice before setting them in the sink 'Okay give me 15 minutes to get ready and we can head out' I tell him running upstairs.
I grab a pair of jeans and an orange top with tiny blue flowers on it that ties at the waist. I run into the bathroom and wash up and change. I put on a little bit of makeup brush my hair and pin back two of the front pieces. I go back to my room and grab my purse and new clogs. I slip on the clogs and spray a little bit of my black berry perfume. I head downstairs and he is still reading the paper.
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