Right Place and Right Time

Introduction

Introduction:

4 Years Ago

Everything seemed like it wasn’t going my way. My dad died four months ago, and I still haven’t gotten over it. I’m a total mess. My grades slipped from As to Cs and Ds. I’m in 8th grade; and skipping third grade made me the youngest in my grade. My mom seems fine though; and speak of the devil. There she is.

“Natalie, I’m going to go out,” my mom told me while leaning on my bedroom doorframe.

            “With Steve?” I asked.

            “Who else? Anyways, bye! Oh, and there’s some leftovers in the fridge from last night if you get hungry.”

            Steve’s like this filthy rich guy who owns this spectacular three-story high beach house in Malibu. I guess he really likes Mom because he asked me if he could propose to her. She seemed pretty happy whenever she’s with him, so why not? But there’s obviously a catch. He has this ten year old daughter, Tiffany, She’s two years younger than me and when we first met, it took me about five seconds to realize that she’s the devil’s spawn. She’s so spoiled she can make the whole room stink; or maybe that’s just my imagination.

            At 12:00 AM, my mom came back looking extremely happy.

            “Steve proposed!” she exclaimed happily.

            “Oh Mom, that’s great!” I told her with a fake smile, feigning surprise.

            “Thank you honey! Oh dear, it’s rather late; why don’t you go to bed.”

And go to bed I did.