A Dream

Chapter 2: Strange Topic

Lanie

     As I was chewing on a Vanilla brownie, there was a knock on my door and I groaned. "Open up sis." my 15 years old brother, Jake, said from the other side of my door. I stood up and opened the door, letting him in. I was only wearing a lacy black bra and booty shorts. He was my brother, so I didn't really care.

     "So what's up?" I asked sitting across him on my, fluffy, white, carpeted floor. "Sheila broke up with me..." he said trailing off at the end; I just scooted over so now I was sitting beside him, and hugged him. I remembered the container of brownies, and offered him some; which he gladly took. "I never thought I'd she the day where Lanie Alexander shares mom's famous brownies." he said in fake shock. "Yeah, yeah. get going back to your room." I helped him up and slapped him on the bum as I said those words.

     After Jake left, I sat on my beanbag chair, got my laptop and signed in on Facebook. I just scrolled through my newsfeed for about half an hour then chatted with some people. Mainly with Diana, and some of the decent football players. I don't mean decent like how good they are, I mean it like they're not flirts or players. Yes, there are football players that don't flirt with every cheerleader they see.

     I checked the time and it was seven twenty-eight. Weird. Shouldn't mom be telling us to come down for dinner? I went down to see my mom leaning against the island counter, pressing ice to her finger. I rushed over to her and stared at her. She just replied with a sheepish grin. Oh mom... I walked over to the stove, and finished cooking our meal.

     I was able to successfully cook our dinner without burning anything. I called everyone down to dinner, and set up the table. Plate, spoon and fork. Plate, spoon and fork. Plate, spoon and fork. Plate, spoon and fork. Plate, spoon and fork. There. Five plates and five pairs of utensils. I sat on my usual chair, which was on the left of my dad, and in front of my mom. Jake sat beside me, and Cassie beside mom. Cassie was my 17 year old sister. It still feels good to be the eldest. Among my siblings, I mean.

     During dinner, we ate in silence occasionally making small talk. I wasn't really paying attention, until my brother brought up a topic that I actually listened to. "Connor said that one day, a girl would dream of destruction and other things like that. I told him he was out of his mind! I also told him that even if someone would dream of destruction and the world blowing up, it would be a guy who dreamt it. Like a girl would ever dream that." he said, adding a scoff at the end.

     "Hey, girls can dream of world destruction too you know." I said sticking my tongue out and ruffling his hair. "Yeah, I have never met a girl who has." he replied, trying to fix his hair and failing miserably. I guess our mom noticed that an argument was about to happen because she said "Okay, dinner's finished. Go to your rooms, do your homework, shower, brush your teeth, and go to bed. Go." she said, shooing us away from the table, and picking up the plates and whatnot.

     When I was back inside my room, I walked to my personal bathroom, stripped, and stepped into the shower. I massaged my scalp while rubbing Coconut-scented shampoo in my hair, and slathered vanilla-scented body wash all over my body.

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A/N: The second chapter! I'm sorry it's really short... )":