Mrs All American

2

Feeling my past anger resurface at the memory, I laid down on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor, trying to regain my composure. My eyes flickered from the bare white walls, to the trickle of water that dripped every few seconds from the shower head.

Taking a deep breath, I hoisted myself up from the ground and leaned against the sink. I rubbed my hands over my face in stress before standing up and drying myself off.

Since I had nothing to do for the rest of the day, I put on a pair of black cotton spandex and a loose white top that hung off one shoulder. It showed my lacy black bra, but since I was too lazy to change it, I rolled my eyes and left it.

After towel drying my long hair, I started to walk downstairs, but I didn't get very far. Forgetting about my ankle, I took my first step, and clenched my teeth in agony over the searing pain I felt.

I tugged my hair in frustration and threw my head back in distress. Whining, I hopped on one leg over to the medicine cabinet. I took a seat on the toilet and crossed my legs as I rummaged through the drawers.

"Here it is" I mumbled pulling out a fresh roll of bandages. I wrapped my swollen ankle tightly in the soft material. Then I hopped over to my sock drawer and pulled out my hard ankle brace, which I slipped on over the bandages.

Applying light pressure, I was relieved that it was at least bearable to walk in. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I slowly made my way downstairs.

"The package" I gasped and limped towards the door. Pulling it open, I expected to come face to face with the brown package, but what I found was a small yellow note. Curiously, I bent down to pick it up. The handwriting was difficult to make out, but squinted and read it out loud.

"My friends and I took the package to my house next door. Sorry for the inconvenience."

I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion. There was no name, or anything to show me who it was from or which house it went to. I guess there was nothing I could do about it, so with one glance around, I crumbled the note and hobbled back inside.

My growling stomach told me I was hungry, since I hadn't eaten since breakfast and it was close to three in the afternoon. I limped over to the fridge to pull something out to eat.

Seeing there was nothing in there except water bottles and a loaf of bread, I had no choice but to go to the store. I grabbed my keys and slid on a pair of flip flops before making my way outside.

"Hey" I heard a voice call from behind me. I turned and saw a boy about my age. He was tall and muscular, with dark hair and a blonde stripe running through the top.

"Hello" I called back with small wave.

"Woah" he gasped. "You're not from around here" he said coming towards me. I shook my head. "I love your accent" he complimented. "American, right?" He asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "I just moved here about a month ago" I told the boy, whose name I did not know.

"How you liking it so far?" He asked, genuinely trying to get to know me.

"It's nice" I lied to him. I think he could tell I was lying too when he just nodded at my short response, but I didn't want to tell my life to someone I just met.

"Sweet ride" he said breaking eye contact and patting the side of my Mercedes sports car.

"Thanks" I said and forced a smile. This car was a gift from my step father. I think it was his way of accepting the fact that I was moving out, or maybe even encouraging it. "Do you live around here?" I asked the stranger.