I walked into my new room and looked around. I set down my bag and moved out of the way as my mom brought in a box. "Why don't we unpack after dinner?" She suggested, her brown hair pulled back in a braid.
She wore a green apple bandana, a red and white striped shirt, and blue jean Capri. Her soft, blue eyes were full of excitement.
I have to admit, my mom was a hot woman. If she wore a bit more makeup, and didn't look like a housewife, she could be on Top Mom Magazine.
"What's for dinner?" I asked shoving my hands in my back pockets.
I wore tattered, brown jeans that I had rolled up past the ankle. A loose black hoodie over a Panic! at the Disco tank top. My black Converse All Stars were scuffed and withering. My long blonde hair was pulled back in a high ponytail.
"I saw a place down the street. 'The Hub'. Thought we could check it out." She replied, leaning against the white doorframe. I nodded and grabbed my brown leather wallet from my bag.
I followed her into the kitchen as she grabbed her perse.
"Can I drive?" I asked walking out the door and onto the porch.
"Do you have your permit?" She asked.
"You know I don't, but I'm a good driver! I won't get caught!" I pleaded walking to the driver's side of the car.
My mom tossed me the keys and I smiled. "If we get pulled over," she started to say as I climbed in the car, "you're from England and I don't speak English."
