"Adeline Loretta Thatcher! Get out of bed now before I come up those stairs and whoop it outta ya'!"
"I'm getting up now, Mom!" I sat up, the oak bed frame creaking as I moved. I really ought to have fixed that by now.
Should have taken that bun out before going to bed. My hair looks and smells like a rat's nest. No use in showering everyday if I have to go to sleep smelling anyway but Mom would rather choke me with my own hair than let me leave the house smelling like this.
"Adie!" An eight-year-old girl should have learned the concept of knocking before entering but I guess we all have our slow spots.
"What, El?" I winced as I pried the rubber band from my tangle of hair.
"Momma says that if we behave at school, she'll let us get another hen!" Eloise squealed, hopping onto the already worn down bed.
"I don't have a problem with behaving, you're the one who cries at the end of every first day." I grumbled as the rubber band broke, another to add to the collection already in my garbage can.
"That's mean!" My sister whined, her high pitched voice like nails on a tin roof.
"Adeline, do not make your sister cry, we haven't even left the house yet." Mom poked her head into my room. She looked presentable, as always. Smooth chocolate hair tied into a ballet worthy bun, light make up on her tanned skin.
"Can you take her with you? I need to get ready." I opened the closet and prepared for my mothers groan when clothes fell out into the floor.
"I've told you a million times, clean out your closet or i'm throwing your clothes away." She scolded as she ushered Eloise out into the hall, closing the door behind her.
"Yeah, yeah.." I let out a puff of air as I picked out what to wear, a blue t-shirt with my favorite singer on the front and a pair of blue jeans. Not like I wear the exact same outfit every day.
I pulled the clothes on, buttoning the jeans as I opened the door. I could hear the vague sound of arguing from downstairs.
"Hurry up please! The bus is going to be here in five minutes." Mom rushed around the kitchen, taking bacon off the stove and pouring orange juice for a certain picky little girl who refused to drink milk like everyone else.
I took a drink of water, stuffing a pancake in my mouth as I put my new backpack on. "El, Wyatt, let's go."
"I wanted that pancake." Wyatt grumbled, putting his dirty cowboy hat on, messing up his just styled hair.
"Wyatt! No hats at school, remember?" Mom rushed over and attempted to fix his hair. "Gosh, what will I do with you."
"What can you expect from a 10 year old boy, Mom?" I dodged an attempted kick to the shin. "Watch it, butthole!"
"Be good, please don't get suspended on the first day." Mom gave a pointed look at the thief trying to steal a candy off the counter, "Have fun."
"Don't worry, we love you, Momma." I put a hand on the door, ready to push it open as the bus pulled up.
"And Adie," Her voice grew softer, "Please don't start a fight with Wesley again."
WESLEY STOLL? You've got to be kidding me.
