Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
waverly m.
"Waverly Jane!" I jump up slightly looking up at my sisters step father, Flynn, in the eyes. The fear and anger that radiated through my body lingered as I realized the man was only trying to hand me a plate of sausage, beans, over easy eggs, mushrooms, red sautéed tomatoes, and buttery toast. I cringe at the plate shaking my head. "No thanks Flynn, I'm not hungry" even though I've never had an English breakfast a day in my Americanized life, and think the fact that putting beans and mushrooms on the same plate and calling it a nutrient rich dish for breakfast makes my stomach physically ill, I'm just not hungry.
My phone buzzes in my lap and I pick it up not even bothering to check who it is.
c. andrews imessage
Hey, it's waverly !
What's up angel. How's the morning treating you ?
it's good I guess. I have a headache.
A text bubble appears as he starts typing, the bubble disappears for a second and reappears. Before he could send the message, my hair is tugged on and I snap my head up to look at Valencia smiling at me. She subtly drops my hair, grabbing her backpack off the window seat near the front door.
Mr. And Mrs. Solving have already made their exit out of the kitchen. I didn't even notice them get up and leave. I get to lost in my head sometimes, I need to work on that.
"If you don't hurry up I'll make you walk" she scowls, heading out the door. I hear it click shut behind her as I stand to my feet and grab my satchel off the back of my chair. I take another sip of orange juice before rushing out behind her. She watch as a bright yellow jeep convertible pulls out of the drive way and into the street. Valencia parks the car in the center of the street and looks at her self one the mirror, applying lipgloss and touching up her mascara.
I take that as I hint to walk up to the car, and I do. Making quick strides to the passenger side of the vehicle I open the door and take my bag off my shoulder and toss it on the floor of the front seat before getting inside. I put my seat belt on and close the door just as Valencia pulls away from our street. my phone buzzes in my lap once more.
c. andrews imessage
it's good I guess. I have a headache.
I'm sorry to hear that love. I can bring you something to take the edge off ? I was wondering if you wanted to join me for lunch ?
