The Summer of Fighting His Enemies (COMPLETED)

Chapter Five

Her alarm woke her up for the last time. She stretched and sat up with a smile. She bounded out of bed and hopped into the shouwe. She shaved her legs and armpits and washed her hair twice just to make sure it would shine brightly. You never know when someone is going to ask or sneak a picture with you or of you. Getting out of the shower, she wrapped a towel around herself and went to her closet. She roamed her eyes over her clothes and wrinkled her nose at them as she didn't like a single thing she owned anymore. She wanted a new wardrobe but not having a job made it impossible to buy new clothes. Well not too impossible because she could always ask her parents, but she had always felt too guilty asking because it wasn't her hard earned money.

Taylor pulled out a teal colored dress that went to her knees, it was a bit low cut with five blck buttons down the chest. She pulled on some black spandex shorts just in case she forgot that she needed to sit lady like. Wrapping her hair in the towel, she took off her chipped white colored nail polish and put a fresh coat of black, her favorite color to do on her nails especially when they grew long. Becca simply did not like black nails but she never once gave an explanation why so Taylor continued to do so. After putting on a second coat, she put on a top clear coat to make them shiny and last longer. A knock sounded on her door

"Come in." The door opened and through the mirror she saw her mom in her yellow silk two piece pajama set with her bathroom on but not tied. Her hair was a mess but even so she was just as beautiful and Taylor knew she didn't have to worry about getting old because she would have her mothers features.

"Hi honey." Becca said with a small smile as she sat on the bed.

"Hi mom, What's up?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to hang with you."

Oh mamma, I'm not going anywhere yet." Taylor said, grabbing her mothers hand. Becca squeezed her hand twice.

"I know. I'm just not ready to give you up yet. I know you're going to be home for awhile before you go to college but of those few weeks your going to be gone ten of those."

"Well when I get home, I promise we will hang out. And you will help me move to Wisconsin so we will get to hang out then." Becca sighed and patted her hand.

"You're right. Now finish up, we've got breakfast ready." Becca rose and kissed Taylor's head then left. Taylor took off her towel and swished her hair around, then she fluffed it a bit to allow her natural curls to set. After pulling on some black two inch block heels she went downstairs to find her spot filled with gifts and a heaping plate of chocolate chip pancakes. She began to tear up as her father emerged carrying a cake with candles that said congratulations.

"Aww you guys. You didn't have to do all this." She said around a loud sniffle

"You know we did." Becca said off to the side. Taylor turned and saw a camera on a stand pointed at her. There was another one on the other side pointed at her and the table

"Why the cameras?" She asked feeling spooked

"For memories Tay. We need memories of you to watch." Becca said as she sat and set a square velvet box in the middle of the table. Tom came and pulled her into a hug as he whispered

"We've never been more proud of you hun." He kissed her temple.

"Thanks dad." She took her seat and grabbed the box. Opening it, she found a teardrop necklace inside.

"Do you like it?" Her mom asked hopefully

"I love it mom, thank you!"

"It was mine when I was just your age." Becca said with a fond smile. Taylor put it on and then she dug into her pancakes. In a tiny bowl next to her plate were fresh strawberries. There was scattered talk amongst themselves as they hurried to eat so they could still leave on time while having breakfast together for the first time in a long time. Usually her parents were just leaving when she went downstairs, so she would eat breakfast by herself then wait for Bria on the days they picked her up. Otherwise she'd walk down to the bus stop and take the stinky old bus filled with loud chatter and fights. They finished their breakfast and did whatever else they had to do and walked out together after shutting off the lights and locking the door. Her parents went to their respective cars saying goodbye and saying that they took the night off so that they could celebrate. Taylor lifted a hand as she waved them off. Her smile vanished as soon as they were gone, she loved them but she wished they had different jobs so that they could be with her like normal parents she knew who were there for their kids.