The Coach's Daughter

Chapter 13

Awoke by my dad getting ready in the morning, I looked to see what time it was. 11:39am. Uh-oh, I thought to myself, Charlie is gonna be here in like two hours.  

I ran downstairs, and saw my father sitting at the table, with the paper and a cup of coffee in his hands.  

"Hey sleepyhead," he greeted.  

"Morning Dad," I greeted back, kissing him on the cheek. "I have an English paper that's due in a month and is it okay if my partner comes over to work on it?" I asked, almost pleaded.  

"Who's your partner?" He questioned.  

"Charlie," I said.  

"Newbie, Charlie?" He asked.  

"Yup," I said, popping the 'p'.  

"Yeah that's fine, what time?"  

"2ish," I answered.  

"Okay," my dad replied.  

I fixed myself a bowl of cheerios and ate it quickly. I ran upstairs and grabbed a pair of jean short shorts, a white, lace, somewhat ruffly tank top, a brown belt, and a pair of sunglasses and set them on my messy bed.  

I went and took a shower, coming out of the bathroom a half hour later, at 12:49pm, with a towel turban on my head. I changed into my outfit. I let my still wet hair out of the towel, and let it air dry to its natural, wavy/straight look.  

I picked up my phone, seeing a text from Charlie: Where do you live? 

I texted back: Sorry!:/ I forgot you don't know where I live!:/ I gave him my address and put my phone in my back pocket. I picked up my laptop, and walked downstairs. I saw a note on the kitchen table from my father. Went shopping, be back later. Love, Dad.  

So Charlie and I will be here by ourselves, I thought.  

I set my laptop down and ran to my room, unplugged my iHome and brought it back downstairs. I set it next to my laptop, and went into the fridge, for two Granny Smith apples.  

I plucked them from the shelf, and laid them on the counter. I went into the utensil drawer and pulled out the apple corer. I cored both apples and set the food in a cheap, plastic bowl. I also made myself a glass of lemonade.  

I piled the lemonade, apples, and the iHome on top of my laptop and carefully walked to the front porch, where we had a wooden swinging chair.  

I set everything down gently. I plugged the iHome into the outdoor outlet, and plugged my iPhone into it, playing my music softly, as not to disturb the neighbors. Bubbly, by Colby Caillat started playing. I set the lemonade glass on the ground in front of me, sitting cross-legged on the swing. I had my laptop, and bowl of apples in my lap.  

I turned my laptop on. Once it was fully running, I looked at the time: 1:28pm. I had about a half hour till Charlie got here.  

I pulled up a new document in Google Chrome, and randomly typed a short story about some girl who had somehow gotten inside a tree, and was following the rings like they were the yellow-brick road. Once I finished the story, I reread it, absorbing the oddness of the story I had just written.  

"Oh, well," I muttered. I heard an engine pull into the driveway and looked up, with an apple in my hand.  

It was Charlie. He was driving a truck similar to Alex's, but newer. He was wearing tan shorts, and a white v-neck t-shirt. "Hey Anna," Charlie called out with a smile.  

"Hey Charlie," I greeted. I scooted over in the swing, making room for him. He sat down and looked around.  

"This is cool," Charlie commented.