"Reagan Mercy!" My mother yelled to me from wherever she was downstairs. This was our normal morning routine on school days or important days, she always wakes me up by yelling my first and middle name from downstairs. I usually roll my eyes and snuggle back into my covers for ten more minutes before I hear her marching up the stairs to drag me out of bed.
I opened my eyes slightly so that I could look at my phone which also doubled as my alarm clock. It read 6:20 AM, ugh too early for anyone in their right mind to be up. I sighed before sitting up in bed just as my mother walked in. I gave her my best smile, which she ignored. She took one look at me, shook her head, wagged her finger at me, and then left the room.
I sighed once more before finally getting out of my warm and very comfortable bed. I walked over to my closet to find an outfit to wear for the day, we are going to look at bridesmaid dresses and wedding dresses with my Aunt Hadley. Aunt Hadley is marrying her boyfriend, Pete, of twelve years, twelve, can you believe it? I have never thought of Aunt Hadley as the marrying type but here she is proving me wrong.
I decided on wearing a pink sleeveless shirt with my yellow skinny jeans and all black vans. I curled my hair just a tiny bit, but not too much since we are just shopping. After I made sure that I looked as good as I possibly could I skipped downstairs to the kitchen where my mother was waiting, keys in hand, for me.
"I have a cereal bar that you can eat on the way. The shop is an hour away, Hadley, Pete, and Pete's nephew are probably all already there." My mother told me, I could tell that she was in a panic. She hated thinking that people were waiting on us, even if we were just a couple of minutes late. Nevertheless I grabbed the cereal bar from my mother and rolled my eyes. I followed her out the house, I locked the door after us, and to my Dodge Charger. Of course she would make me drive, but she expects me to eat at the same time and yells when I text and drive.
I slid into the drivers seat, unlocked the passenger door for my mother so that she could get in, and then I started the car. I took a huge bite of my cereal bar before backing out of our driveway. My mother immediately started in on how I should act behaved and sophisticated while we are out shopping. She explained to me how Pete's nephew, Blaze, who is the same age as me, would probably even act way more behaved than I do. I am not bad per say but I do like to joke around, I guess I joke around way too much for my mother's liking. I can also be very sarcastic at times and if people are not used to that they may think that I come off as "rude".
I rolled my eyes, ignored her, and then yelled at her when I could not stand listening to her voice anymore. She lectured me about how I am not her parent that she is my parent after I yelled at her, which caused me to roll my eyes and tune out once more. Basically, the ride to the bridal shop, it was hell on wheels, literally. When we finally arrived at the bridal shop I was greatful. I was greatful to get out of that horrid car and away from my mother.
We walked inside the shop with my mother still arguing at me and me rolling my eyes at her lame attempts to 'control' me. "Mother, behave." I said loudly as we came up to Aunt Hadley, Pete, and his nephew Blaze. I knew my comment would make my mother mad. I looked to her and she had her lips pursed in a frown, but as soon as she saw Hadley she smiled.
"Oh Hadley, you look so gorgeous!" My mother cried, even though Hadley was still in her normal clothing and not in a dress. I could not help but roll my eyes at the exhange between the two. They squealed, jumped, and hugged each other like stereotypical teenage girls.
"Cut it out and let me get my hug in!" I exclaimed as I bumped my mothers hip and slid into Aunt Hadley's arms. She giggled at me but gave me a really tight hug. "Hey kiddo, giving your mother a hard time?" She asked me with a knowing smile on her face. My mother's face turned to a frown once more and she looked as if she was going to say something.
