I walked out of the bathroom finely feeling clean, and saw Amy and Mark sitting next to each other on the couch, staring intently at the TV, barley blinking. The only interruption was the rhythmic pattern of their hands reaching into the popcorn bowl to fill their mouths again.
"Whatcha watching?" I asked, walking closer. Their heads snapped away from the TV as they came back to reality.
"Indiana Jones." Mark said, sliding over to make room for me on the couch.
"Ever seen it?" He asked as I sat down.
"No. What's it about?" I asked reaching to take the last little bit of popcorn.
"You've never even heard of Indiana Jones?" He said in awe.
"No. Please explain this magical man to me." I asked sarcastically, looking at the frozen character on the screen. He was wearing a cowboy-ish looking hat and carrying a whip. "Is he some old town ranch hero or something?"
"NO!" Mark exclaimed, giving me a bewildered look. "He's an archeologist who finds lost relics and artifacts and returns them to museums and such before the bad guys can get their hands on them." "Hm. Sounds interesting." I replied, giving him the remote so he could resume the movie. I sat for the next hour and fifty five minutes with my eyes glued to the TV screen, mesmerized by Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark. It was ten thirty by the time the credits rolled and we pried our eyes from the screen. Mark got up and washed the popcorn bowl.
"So how'd you like indie.?" He asked putting it back on its shelf.
"It was good." I replied, pulling myself off the couch. Amy had fallen asleep around 10 so I shook her awake and pointed her in the direction of my old room. She kissed my cheek and sulked out of the room. "It's been a long day. I should hit the sack." I said folding the blanket Amy had snuggled into. "Your parent's room is one of the last doors down the hall. It's the one on the left." He said pointing me in the direction. I trudged down to the very end of the hallway and came to two doors side by side. I grasped the knob of the left door and slowly pushed it open. Inside there was a king sized bed far to the left with matching bedside tables. The right wall was about a shoulder length away from me. On it, there was a gas fireplace that must connect to the room next door. In the far right corner a bassinet was placed at an angle. I don't know how I knew, but I had a feeling it was Amy's bassinet. There was a set of French doors in the far corner beside the bed. I walked across the brown plush carpet and pushed open the doors. The warm colors from the master bedroom continued into the master bath. The whole room was floored in brown and tan heated tiles. I gasped when I saw the large shower, gigantic Jacuzzi, private toilet and granite countertops.
"This room is amazing isn't it?" came a voice from behind me. I turned and saw Mark standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
"Yah." I replied, trailing off. We walked back into the bedroom portion of the master.
"Sorry bout' the bassinet still being here," Mark added. "I couldn't bring myself to get rid of it." "I'm glad you didn't." I said running my fingers across the bottom and through the fabric. I sat down on the bed and asked as Mark left the room, "what time am I supposed to be up tomorrow?"
"Any time you want" was the reply. "Night" he said as he closed the door.
"Night." I whispered.
I snuggled into the brown fuzzy sheets and fell asleep.
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Script
AçãoWilliam Shakespeare has been credited with writing 37 plays and 154 sonnets. What would happen if one more was found 400 years later? This novel follows two orphaned sisters and a boy who seems to know just a little bit too much, as they are thrown...
