It All Started With Coffee

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - For The Love of God, Not You Again!

"Ciara!" Abbie yelled for the millionth time, "I'm bored!"
I groaned in annoyance. Why me? Of all the people in this world, why me?
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, biting back a scowl.
"I know! Let's play truths," she suggested. Knowing that there was no point in saying no, I simply nodded.

"You go first," I said.

"Have you ever..." she started, pausing to think, "I don't want to play this anymore!"

Just like you didn't want to play the last few games these past 2 hours. I am starting to get like really annoyed with this girl! God she can be annoying!

"Abbie, I'm just gonna sleep a while," I mumbled, trying to give her the hint of shut-up-or-else. She didn't take it. Of course not. I saw my mom looking back in the mirror, chuckling to herself. She was laughing about how much Abbie was annoying me. How could she? How could she not? Good point there Ciara. I always do have one now don't I? Great now I'm talking to myself. Jut fab. Just plain fab. I know right?!?

Anyway, Abbie started poking me again and again.
"Jeez women now what do you want?"
She giggled before replying, "I don't know. But whenever I poke you, you make this weird face. It's funny!" Oh my god! What is she, five?

Trust me, I love Abbie and all, but try sitting in a 4 hour journey with her and you'll see where I'm coming from.
"Girls," my mom asked, "Are you good with McDonalds for lunch?"
We both nodded like mad.
"I'll take that as a yes," she said to herself. I told her what I wanted, and Abbie did the same. She pulled into the drive-through and gave our orders.

After we got our food, we carried on driving. Luckily, as Abbie was nibbling on her French fries, she was distracted from annoying me. Peace at last. After I finished my final fry, I pulled out my earphones and plugged them in, opening the music app on my phone. Turning on my music, I rested my head against the window, pretending to be asleep. Abbie tried to talk to me but gave up, obviously believing that I was actually asleep! Man I an act well!
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"CIARAAAAA! We're here!!!!" Someone yelled, tugging at my shoulders. I groaned before waking up. I shook my head as I remembered where and why we we were here. My pretend sleep must have turned into actual genuine sleep!

My mom let me and Abbie out. Abbie left to give me and mom some privacy. She's probably going to go find our rooms. My mom held me back and gave me a hug before saying one last time, "Remember, no less grades than a c minus. In anything. Be nice to everyone and try to limit the amount of detentions," after I nodded she continued, "Oh I love you so much. I'll see you soon okay?"

Mom gave me a final kiss on the top of my head before sitting in the car. She waved and drove off.

Right. Off we go. If I remember right, we are in room 973. Considering the buildings that we stay in are numbered 1-9, I guess I should head over to building nine. I made my way over, watching as other kids say their goodbyes to family. When I got to building nine, I carefully watched the numbers on the doors.

969, 971, ahhh! 973. I pushed open the door, the room in front of me making me giddy at the meer sight of it. I seemed to be in a sort of lounge area.

On one wall, there was a huge flat screen tv, surrounded by shelves and shelves of movies. There was an L-shaped couch by it, with a mahogany table in the middle. On another side of the room, there were three doors. Probably the ones leading to our rooms. Opposite the flat screen, there was an open archway, leading to a separate kind of area. But what caught my eye the most, was the coffee machine next to the door. I love coffee.

"Ciara is that you?" I heard Abbie yell from the separated area. I skipped through the archway and found Abbie there on her phone.
"Yep," I said, popping my p.
"Listen, my Uncle just asked me to go to his office. I'll be back in a while okay? Oh and I heard our roomy is supposed to be H-O-T!"
I laughed at her, as she left the room, locking the door behind her. Finally looking around, I realised that this was our kitchen. Abbie is practically a five year old and our roommate is a boy. I sigh, realising that I will end up having to do most of our cooking.